The nice guy.

Lazarus pov

I am selfish.

I really am, and I wish I could be like that now.

But I can't.

It doesn't matter how it makes me feel; I can't think about my needs and desires when Sarah is our top priority.

Isn't that funny- how she appeared out of nowhere and swept us all off our feet?

I'm not sure how Luka met her and what made him get Sarah that cabin, but I'm so glad he did because all I had to do was watch her enter that pub, and the rest is history.

All I can say is that she took my breath away, over and over again, as if every encounter was the first time.

On a funny note, my father once got so drunk that he told me why he became a part-time cop in the first place. That story may have influenced me because I jumped into the idea headfirst and joined the forces the next day.

I should tell him that I followed his example and possibly did the same darn thing he did. Well, I didn't go that far, but it was an achievement close enough to deserve a little praise.

The joy that boils