“Then why did you let me leave?” Sally’s heart hurt knowing now. From what Costin was sharing through their bond, he had been engulfed in rage after his fight with Fane.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be, Sally mine. It wasn’t your fault. We knew the risks we were taking when we sent you ladies off.”
“Stupid,” she grumbled.
“Probably,” he laughed. “I miss you, brown eyes.”
Sally’s skin heated as she heard the simmer of passion in his deep voice. She knew that tone. She knew before he even sent her the thought that he was planning on turning her skin fifteen shades of red.
He chuckled. “My sweet innocent Sally,” he murmured to her.
“Not so innocent,” she told him boldly.
Costin purred to her through the phone, “Come home and prove it.”
“How are you feeling?” Decebel asked as he listened to Jennifer breath through the phone.
“I’m going on four and a half months pregnant, Dec. I’m feeling fat. How are you feeling?” She didn’t hide the frustration or hurt in her voice.
“I feel lonely baby,” he told her honestly. Every day was becoming more and more painful. Breathing was becoming more of a burden than a necessity and he’d considered giving it up more than once.
“Does that mean you miss me?” she asked.
“More than anything.”
“Good.”
He chuckled at her tone and fought the urge to reach through the phone and pull her to him, if such a thing were possible.
“I’m tired B,” she told him gently. “I love you.”
“Okay baby, I’ll let you get some sleep.”
She snickered, “I don’t think you’ve ever said those words to me.”
Decebel grinned to himself. She was right. “And you like that I haven’t,” he flirted. He shouldn’t be flirting, he shouldn’t be doing anything to strengthen the bond, but he missed her and the pain from it was beginning to drive him mad.
“You are correct, my hot mate; I love that you have never let me sleep. But you’re way over there and I’m way over here, so your incredible hands can’t keep me awake tonight.”
“Wanna bet,” SHUT UP! he thought to himself. What on earth am I doing? I’m flirting with my woman that’s what, he snarled to himself, and I’m freaking talking to myself. Decebel let out an exasperated sigh.
“As soon as you’re home, you won’t be getting any sleep for a while,” he told her suggestively.
She let out an unladylike snort. “That’s just because I’ll have a crumb catcher keeping me awake.”
“Is that my new bedroom nickname?”
This brought a full laugh from her and his wolf wanted to roll around in the joy of hearing their mate so carefree.
“That was a good one, Dec.,” she let out a sigh as the laughter died down. “I really do miss you,” she told him softly.
“I know baby, I know.”
“Night B,” she finally said after several seconds of silence.
“Night baby.”