“I’ll get him.”
The way he said that gave me a shiver up my spine.
New subject.
“Are you hunting all night or are you coming to my place?”
“I’ll be there.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“When’s soon?”
“Soon is soon.”
“Luke.”
“Babe.”
Silence.
Stalemate.
I broke the silence. “All righty then, just wake me up when you get home.”
“Why?”
“I want to know you’re safe.”
“You want me to f**k you.”
For goodness sake.
So he was right. He didn’t have to point it out.
“Who’s full of himself tonight?” I asked.
“Someone’s gonna be full of me tonight,” he used The Voice and its edge was smooth as velvet.
That got a belly melt.
“I’m tired,” I told him, ignoring the belly melt and The Voice. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Sweet dreams.”
I could hear the smile in his voice before I heard the disconnect.
Then I heard Tex boom, “Shee-it, Shirleen.”
I turned off the light and settled under the covers with a smile on my face.
Funnily enough, I didn’t feel scared at all of my house.
* * * * *
I felt my body roll and it wasn’t me rolling it.