George
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. I hate this. I hate sitting out in the jeep while my mate is alone and unguarded inside that skanky bar. I looked at the time and sighed. She had been gone all of three minutes. I didn’t want to be that over-bearing, over-protective partner that smother’s their woman to death. Even though I totally WAS that partner. She had asked for some space, and I was trying like hell to respect that. I picked up my phone and started to scroll through my unread emails. I couldn’t actually give anything my attention, but I could weed out the spam and junk. After every few emails I deleted I would look up and check the door again. I eyeballed the parking lot, but there were only three cars apart from mine, and they remained parked
