Just For the Ride || S. Rogers

Rose Johanna Ivanov had always been one to work alone. Sleep alone, kill alone, die alone. That was her life. Circumstances forged this upon her. But, there was a beacon of light in her bleak life. Him. The tall man from Brooklyn, who had a way of being imposing and adorable all at once. Maybe being alone wasn't so necessary after all?

"So."
"So?"
"You really did that?"
"Yup."
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
"Nope."