JJ
That evening, I waited until Havoc’s truck had been gone for twenty minutes before opening Roy’s hidden thread.
He had kept his promise.
There had been no message while I made dinner and no quiet demand for attention after Havoc announced he was heading to the clubhouse. Roy had said he would wait until I contacted him if he didn’t have eyes on me.
He had. The restraint should not have felt intimate.
Me:
I’m alone.
His reply appeared almost immediately.
Him:
Certain?
I checked the living-room window again. The driveway was empty, and the street remained quiet.
Me:
The doors are locked. His truck is gone. I’m certain.
Him:
Hello, then.
The simple greeting warmed something beneath my ribs.
Me:
Hello, Roy.
I liked using his name. It made the conversation feel less like I
