If she was playing hard to get, I had no time for it. If she wanted me, she knew where to find me.
She gave me a long stare as if she would answer that question.
“Leon,” she called over. I angrily spun back.
“Will you stop it with the Leon thing? My name’s Jack,” I scolded.
“Alright— Jack?” She repeated with a grin.
As I glanced over at her, I wondered if she was f*****g with me. It puzzled me, and I pondered if I’d misjudged my situation.
“Why did you save me?” I asked, placing the gun back in the holster by my side.
“Why not? It seemed like you needed some help.”
“Forget it.”
I wasn’t getting anywhere, and I needed to get inside before anyone else spotted me.
Although I expected a reaction from her, she didn’t seem surprised at all. Which, in turn, made me nervous. I guess I wa
