Darke wouldn't have cared
Rae
I know
I would've, though
Me
Any preferences on PJs?
Rae
Whatever's cheap
Me
Lol
No
Rae
If you send me a thong, I'm not answering your texts for three days
I want real pajamas
Me
Noted
Text me when you get to the hotel so I know you're good
Rae
I'm always good
Me
Me too
Some of us just have that talent
She sent me an eye-rolling gif, and didn't reply.
I now had a whole list of shit to do before the 4 AM shift I was apparently going to be working at Kat's coffee shop, so I made a phone call and headed out to my Ducati, texting Callum to lethim know where I was going and that I'd come back to sleep in the guest room as soon as I was done.
He tried to stop me, but he didn't try hard.
six
RAE
The car Dariussent drove me all the way to a massive hotel in the Shifter Borough. It was a crazy-long drive.
Though I fought the ridiculous compulsion, I kept pulling up that stupid website to see where he was. Repeatedly.
I found pictures of him at a 24-hour printing shop (I hadn't realized that was a thing), a tech store (I itched to get my hands on whatever headset he was going to buy), an upscale women's clothing boutique that looked like it was empty other than him and a sales woman (I couldn't help the angry possessive streak that had me narrowing my eyes at the screen), and a Thai restaurant (my stomach shouldn't have growled, but did).