Ransom
“Thanks for picking me up," I tell Cutter as I get into his truck weeks later. It's been a lot of the same old, same old between Stelle and I. She's attending school during the day, taking care of me at night, while I'm rehabbing my shoulder and preparing to go back on duty. I'm still not cleared to drive, so today Cutter's offered to pick me up and take me to what I hope is my last doctor's appointment.
“Not a problem, everyone else has had their turn. Now it's time for mine."
“You know if I could drive myself, I would." I flick at his arm.
He pulls from within my reach and then hands me a coffee. “This is for you, although if you're gonna be a d**k, you're not getting it."
“I'm always a d**k to you, we're brothers," I joke with him. “And we've got a couple hours ride ahead of
