Cassandra
"How is Piggy doing?" I ask as Crayvin continues to drive silently through the city.
So far for the past two hours, work has been peaceful. We have only had one traffic stop so far, and luckily it was quick. The searing Arizona heat was beating on our backs as we stood outside and gave a verbal warning to the driver. Sweat was dripping down my back within my uniform in the few minutes we were outside, like I was standing in a damned sauna.
Crayvin chuckles. "Better than you are, that's for sure. How much did you drink last night?"
I roll my eyes at his snarky reply and slurp the rest of my smoothie dramatically.
I know that bugs the s**t out of him.
The way he fidgets with his pointed look tells me I was right. "Too much," I admit.
I watch as his lips part, close, and p
