“Can we just go?” “Yeah, baby. Come on.” I lifted her off the bench, ignoring the cops completely. Morons. “I can walk.” “No,” I retorted. “But I have shoes, and you don’t,” she argued. “Don’t sass me, woman.” “I need my bag.” “I got it,” Wes said, going to grab all her stuff nearby. I turned to Madison. “Do you need a ride?” She nodded. Jamie dropped back in front of her, and she hesitated. “It’s dark out.” He reminded her. She climbed on. Smooth, bro. Smooth.
