Just my Rusty.
Soft.
Safe.
Sleeping beside me.
I still can't believe she took me back.
I don't deserve it.
I know that.
Three years ago, I left her.
No explanation.
No goodbye.
Just disappeared like a coward.
And somehow—by some miracle I don't deserve—she's giving me another chance.
Selfish or not.
Wrong or not.
I don't care.
Because if I leave her again?
I'll break.
And worse—I'll break her.
And that's the one thing I refuse to do.
Not again.
Never again.
I promised myself I'd make it up to her.
Every day.
And I will. For the rest of my life, if she'll let me.
But first?
Some sick son of a bitch thinks he can threaten her.
He thinks that Amanda Perkins is his—he’s so fucking wrong.
Terroristic threats and stalking?
Yeah, that ain't gonna fly.
I grab my work tablet and log into Sigma's secure network.