Re: OTA
CJ looked down at Savannah when she cluthed at his shirt and he brought his hand to hers. His brows knit together for a moment, trying to decide what to do but then he heard the other man's instructions. His head turned towards the guy he remembered from the 20's party. Authoritative and what he said made sense. As long as someone would come to to help her, CJ was willing to stay put with her. The Rent-a-cop and the blonde guy seemed capable of seeing to everyone else. He wasn't leaving Savannah.
His gaze returned to Savannah and he smiled softly. "Of course." He held her hand in his and kept his green eyes locked on hers. "But only if you promise to stay awake. You fall asleep and all bets are off. You should be worried because with me, you don't know where you might wake up. I get a wild hair and who knows where I'll take you," he joked.
CJ lowered her hand to rest on her chest and he brushed the majority of the glass and debris away from her. "But I promise wherever you go, I go. Wherever I go, you go. Like two peas in a fucking pod." He laid down on his side next to her, keeping one hand over the sleeve against her wound and gently stroking along her jaw with his other.