James instructed, pointing toward a fire lane. Jake arched an eyebrow and ignored his boss’s order, instead opting for a spot five slots down. He killed the engine and pocketed the keys before climbing out of his truck. James was irked as they strode toward the mall door. “Is there a reason you couldn’t park where I told you to park?” “It’s illegal and I didn’t want my truck towed.” “Who cares about that?” James challenged. “I care,” Jake replied. “I’d like to have something to drive Ally home in. I know you’re freaked, but we also know they’re okay. Let’s not have some sort of … meltdown … if we don’t have to, okay?” “I am not having a meltdown!” “You and Ally have more in common than you want to admit,” Jake said, forcing a smile for a pair of women exiting the mall. They talked in excited whispers as they looked the two men up and down.
