CHAPTER ONE
DREW
SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
Don’t ask me how I got here. Most days I wonder the same thing, but if there’s one thing I know for sure, I wouldn’t change my decision to become a police officer for anything—even when a p********e is currently sleeping off the alcohol in the back of my patrol car, drooling all over herself and the seat.
“Another day, another pro,” my partner, Logan Knight, mutters from the passenger seat. He shakes his head as the girl slurs something in her sleep. Working on the Sacramento PD the last several years has its ups and downs. I wouldn’t necessarily consider this situation a pleasant one, but there’ve been worse ones.
“At least this one hasn’t tried making out with your ear,” I say, laughing as I think about the last time we brought one in.
