Chapter 9
Drake drove just slightly over the speed limit toward the office. He didn’t want to give the sheriff any reason to pull him over. Matt Hayes was a friend, but they had already wasted enough time. Not that Sophie was going to bleed out and die if he didn’t stitch her up right this second. Still, he’d feel better knowing she was taking care of and one step closer to healing.
He pulled into the parking lot and right to the curb. Before Sophie could get her seatbelt off, he was out of the car and opening her door.
She held her hand tightly against her chest and attempted to get out of the car with no hands.
“You can let go of your hand,” he said.
“And risk dripping blood on your tan interior? No, thank you.”
“You really have an issue with my interior.”
“I just don’t like leavi
