I didn’t pose it as a question because I knew she would easily say no if I did.
She didn’t respond.
“Come on, girl.You gotta eat,” I said, almost the same words I'd said the last time I'd asked her to breakfast.
I waited, holding her stare.It was clear she wanted to refuse me again, but to my surprise, she finally agreed.“Fine.But it’s not a date.”
“Of course not.”She could call it whatever she wanted or didn’t want.It was a date.And it was the first of many to come.
Reagan frowned.
Tapping the truck, I smiled.“Cool.See you in the mornin’.How ’bout nine?”
She nodded, then rolled up the window.
I knew I'd won this one, but I wasn’t going to gloat.
That wouldn’t happen until I got the woman wrapped around my little finger.After all, it was only fair, considering I was solidly wrapped around hers.
After grabbing my phone from my pocket, I dialed Rhys’s number as Reagan’s truck kicked up dust on its way out of the parking lot.
“What’s up, Lynx?”
“Do me a favor?”
“As long as it doesn’t require bailin’ you outta jail.”
I climbed into my truck.“You have the power tokeepme out.Why would I need you tobailme out?”
Rhys chuckled.“What do you want, Lynx?”
“Keep some patrols runnin’ by Amy’s tonight, would ya?”
Another gruff laugh.“Tired of sleepin’ in your truck?”
“Naw.Just thought I’d give Reagan some space.But only if I know she’ll have someone watchin’ the house.”
What I needed was a solid eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.At least then I might have a chance of bringing my A game tomorrow at breakfast.
“I’ll keep a deputy out there tonight,” Rhys said.
“Thanks.And I’ll talk to RT and Z tomorrow, see if they can get someone closer to her.If that bastard comes back to that house, I don’t want her alone in it.”
“Agreed.And understood.”
“Thanks.”
I tossed my phone in the center console and turned the engine over.I'd give Reagan a little time to herself.After all, I wasn’t going to push my luck.
But three days from now … all bets were off.
Reagan
By the time the sun came up, I had been awake for at least half an hour.
And didn’t that seriously rankle?Absolutely no reason I couldn’t sleep in this morning and my brain wouldn’t cooperate.
It was Lynx’s fault.
