"Of course you'll figure something out," I said instantly, because I had no doubt about that. This wasn't life or death. Jake would be just fine, even with this kind of thing on his record. I didn't have personal experience with him doing his job, not much, but I had total faith that he was a good cop. That would win out.

I felt conflicted, sitting there, unsure of what to do. Until finally, very softly, I cursed under my breath and surged forward, wrapping him up in a sideways hug before he could stop me. Or I could stop myself.