The American Cop

We stopped in front of a house. We don't have money. This is just awesome.

"I'll be right back. Navaeh wait here while I go find some money." She said before running toward the house. Hopefully she'll come back.

After five awkward minutes of waiting Kira came running back to us. She gave the driver some money and grabbed my arm.

"Let's go." She said so I silently followed her into the house.

"Nevaeh meet Jorde." She said and the man held his hand out to me. Talk about Jorde Liddell.

He had dark hair with a few tattoos in his neck. He was still wearing his police uniform. I shook his hand while looking into his light brown eyes.

"Nice to finally meet you Nevaeh." He said and I nodded before looking away from him.

"Likewise." I said before pulling my hand out of his grasp. What the fuck was that? And since when are cops so hot? Or is it just American cops that are hot?

"Listen K, John is working on Nevaeh's passport. Since we're doing everything legally it might take a while." Jorde sa