“Obviously she doesn’t want to be found but… does it matter?”
Ruger looks over at me. “It doesn’t.”
“I love her.”
Ruger scrutinizes me and then shrugs. “I guess I believe that.”
“I mean it. I haven’t been right since she left.”
“What the hell drove her away?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” Ruger said. “It’s not like the two of you were particularly quiet…”
Ruger has good hearing. I’ve always known it, but I conveniently forgot about it when my dick was rock hard. I had way more important things to pay attention to – like Janelle’s soft nipples and the wet patch between her thighs. I forgot that Ruger might have heard every minute of what went on between us.
“She wanted that.”
“Sounded like she was dying.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m serious. If you took something she didn’t want to give–”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe she wanted me?”
“Well…” Ruger says slowly. “She did high tail it out of here.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“If you found out from Oske that she’s safe, maybe we ought to let it go.”
“I can’t,” I snarl at him. “And if you’re going to be a dick, I can head out on my own and find her without you.”
Ruger cracks a smile which just pisses me off more. This shit is far from casual for me.
“I think you do love her.”
“That’s what I said,” I say to him, desperate to steady my voice and hating the violent emotion pouring out of me. My protectiveness over Janelle makes me completely weak.
“I never said I wouldn’t help, but you understand if I have my conditions for getting her back.”
“Such as?”
“Marry her,” Ruger says. I search his face for any lack of earnestness.
“You can’t be serious.”
Ruger isn’t the playful type, but I didn’t realize he was that committed to marriage as a concept.
“I’m dead serious.”
“What if she doesn’t want to marry me?”
Ruger grins. “Tell her I’ll shoot her if she doesn’t.”
“Sounds like the foundation for a healthy relationship.”
