“Will do. ‘Night.”
“Goodnight, honey.”
“Fuck me,” he whispered and it was a surprise so I blinked then asked, “What?”
“Nothin’, baby. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Chace.”
“’Night, darlin’.”
“’Night, Chace.”
He disconnected and I beeped off the phone. Then I brought it to my lips and smiled against it.
Huge.
* * * * *
Six oh four the next morning
My home phone rang.
I drifted up from sleep, tipped my eyes to my clock and smiled a sleepy smile.
Then I went straight for the phone.
“’Lo,” I whispered.
“Baby,” Chace whispered back.
I snuggled deeper under the covers even though his voice made me way warm and cuddly.
“Hey honey,” I said soft. “You get home okay or are you deep in the mountains recovering from a ceremonial male bonding ritual after killing a bear?”
I got a husky, drowsy, sexy chuckle that made me feel warmer and way cuddlier then, “I got home okay.”
“Good,” I muttered.
“You sleep okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled.
This got me nothing.
I waited.
Still nothing.
“Chace?”
“I’m here.”
“You were quiet,” I told him something he knew.
“You sound half asleep.”
“I’m not,” I kind of lied.