Chapter Eighteen

“Okay, I’m up and running,” Angel announced, startling Colton from his tests.

He looked up as she rubbed her palms together gleefully and started typing in a flurry.

He might have asked what she was looking for, but then she might actually tell him, and no doubt he wouldn’t understand what the hell she was talking about.

For the next three hours, she sat on the floor in front of the coffee table tapping and clicking and sighing and cursing. Occasionally, she would stretch out a leg or twist her neck from side to side. Even Pudge had grown tired of her company and come to sit by Colton.

He’d finished grading the papers and was looking through a new textbook to be used in next year’s curriculum. There had been a huge debate over the books at the teachers’ meeting last week.

It seemed silly now that he was sitting in the same room with a woman on the run for murder. Everything came down to perspective.

It was human nature to complain about things, even if those things were nothing in comparison to other people’s problems. He was just as guilty of doing that as the next guy.

He’d grown more and more miserable as the end of the school year approached. Knowing he didn’t have any plans. But that was nothing compared to Angel’s issues.

Despite all the tight places he’d been in, he’d never been on the run from his own side of the law. He admired her courage to go outside the protection of her team to seek justice.

He had every intention of standing by her side for this fight.

For as long as she let him.