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“Hardly rash. I’d been thinking about it for years. I just finally pulled the trigger. And you’re the one who fucked me into a coma.”

“I’d say that was mutual coma fucking.”

“Yeah, but the belt was extra.”

“And you didn’t even need Jason Momoa to spot you.”

“This conversation is veering into disturbing places.”

“That’s what happens when we’re whispering at 4 am.”

There were other things I wanted to whisper to her, but that would be the coward’s way out. When I said the words, I wanted to say them in full sunlight with no place to hide so she’d understand that she wasn’t a passing whim for me. Not a game or a flight of fancy.

Forever didn’t have to take forever. Ours had happened in an instant.

“I meant it when I said I would wait, but....”

“But…” she teased.

“When are you coming back to me?”

“Yeah, you’re totally patient. Grant told me what you did for him, by the way. I didn’t expect yo

u to reduce your fee.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted, making her laugh.

“I have to get some sleep. Rainbow’s up with the sparrows.”

“Rainbow.” I snorted. “I’ll never get used to that name.”

“Wait until you have to get used to the wo—” She cut herself off. “Okay, night. Bye.”

I grinned. “Night, Moonbeam.”

Sunday 11:57 am

Ryan G. Moon,

Did you dream of me?

Sincerely,

Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire

Sunday 12:22 pm

Who dis?

Sunday 12:51 pm

Ryan G. Moon,

I talked to my mom on Friday. You were right.

Sincerely,

Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire


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