“”So, you seeing anyone?” he asked shyly. “I am not,” I replied with a smirk. “Hard to date when I’m out catching fugitives or running them across the country to another prison or to stand trial.” “It’s hard for me to believe that you do that. I mean, I can see you as a cop, but a badass? My own Raylan Givens,” he teased, knowing well what I thought of the show. “Don’t tease an armed woman,” I cautioned. “Seriously?” he whispered. “You’ve got your gun with you?” “I left as soon as I got off duty yesterday. My apartment is the other side of the city. I didn’t want to go all the way back and then head out. I would have hit even worse traffic than I did. It took me an hour just to get out of town. Then parts of 69 are down to one lane…