As Walker spoke, her phone buzzed and alerted her of an incoming email. She glanced down at it and felt the blood drain out of her face. Pushing herself off of his chest, she opened the message and blanched further. "We have to go now. Woo," she indicated her phone with her thumb. She felt like she was a kid again, but she knew the trouble she'd find herself in could be much worse than some detention.
Standing, she checked that she had the important things: phone. She'd left her keys in her office, and she didn't care about those clothes. The girl sleeping in the room could keep them. "Take me back, Walker, then come back for Fallon. We don't have time."
They'd fucked up. Jo had fucked up, and it would be her job on the line. She didn't and wouldn't blame him. She had known, without getting all of the information, what was going to happen that afternoon after he mentioned Florida and a bag. She hadn't tried to stop him. "Shit." She couldn't keep it in her pants, and the only ones who would suffer for that would be the students. "Shit," she said again, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.