5
Jordan
“Okay, try it now,” I called to Annie.
She sat in her car and turned the key, kicking the ignition into place. The car revved to life. A slow rumble and then a roar. I sighed with relief. With the day she’d been having, she needed this small victory. The last thing I’d wanted was for the battery to be dead. I didn’t think my luck would have lasted against her rage.
Annie’s whoop of delight was loud enough to be heard a few blocks over. She jumped out of the car, leaving the cables and conflict forgotten.
“It works!” she cried, doing a little dance. “Thank f**k!”
I laughed at her enthusiasm. At the chance to see this Annie up close and personal. It’d been so long.
“Come dance with me, Jordan,” she said, still twirling in place.
I shook my head at her.
“I know you know how
