Page 165 of Rags's Awakening
“Rags, it’s sweet that you worry about me, but I’m fine. Really.”
“I’m your man. I’ll take care of you.”
“And you’re doing a great job, especially when we make love.”
“That’s a given, baby. But something’s come up and Banger needs all the prospects, so Hog’s gotta head out in about forty-five minutes. You need to leave before that. I’ve gotta get plows and crews together, so I don’t wanna worry about you alone on the roads. Hog’ll check the windows and doors before he leaves, then set the alarm. And don’t letanyonein until I get there later.”
Her throat thickened, and she swallowed past the lump rising there.
“I’ll leave in about twenty minutes.”
“Good girl.”
“You be careful out there. I worry about you.”
“You don’t have to. I’m good.”
“But I still worry, just like you worry about me.”
A few heartbeats passed before he spoke.
“I gotta go, Case.” He exhaled. “I’m gonna miss you the second we hang up.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
“You ignite a fire deep in my darkness, woman,” he rasped.
“And you’ve gotten into every part of me, Rags,” she breathed.
“Fuck, Case.”
The door opened and Jacob poked his head into the office.
“You heading out?” he asked.
“Not yet,” Casey replied.
Jacob shrugged. “Thought I’d walk you to your car.”
“Like hell he will,” Rags growled.
“Hang on,” Casey whispered into the phone.
“Who the hell is in your office?” Rags asked.
“Jacob, I’m tied up right now. I don’t know when I’m leaving, but thanks for the offer.”
“Whatever,” Jacob muttered before closing the door.
“Is that the guy you know from Denver?” Rags asked.
“Yes. He’s gone. It’s no big deal.”
“It’s Weston, right? That’s his last name?”
“How do you know that?” Casey asked.
“It’s the way we roll. You should know that by now.”
