Page 36 of Embers of You
“Goodnight, Jameson,” I breathe out.
He presses another quick kiss to my lips, and I fight the urge to chase his mouth for more. I don’t. Instead, I watch him walk out my front door and back to his truck. Before he gets in, he turns back in my direction.
“Make sure you snuggle with that bear I won you.” He smiles widely.
I roll my eyes. “You can take him with you to snuggle, I have Bennet.”
“Then I guess you can cuddle both of them.”
I shake my head with a huff. He climbs into his truck and waits for me to close the door before driving away. This time, I know he’s not coming back for the night.
Too bad, because I find myself wishing he would as I get ready for the night. Especially when I get into bed, bringing the teddy bear with me. I think about what it may be like if it was him in my bed.
CHAPTER 18
Jameson
After two daysof not hearing from Sutton I decide to reach out. I don’t want to give her more time to freak out.
Jameson: I have a question that’s been bothering me.
Sutton: No, I have not been thinking about you.
Jameson: That wasn’t my question, but I’m glad to hear you have been.
Jameson: Have you named the bear I won you?
Sutton: Why would I name something I threw in the trash?
Jameson: *Shocked emoji* You wouldn’t!
Sutton: Guess you’ll never know.
Jameson: Sounds like I need to come over and check.
Sutton: Don’t you have some fires to fight or lives to save?
Jameson: Not yet, but I like that you know my work schedule.
Sutton: I saw your truck parked at the station.
Jameson: Glad you’re watching me.
Jameson: My vote for names are Sir Snuggles or Captain Cuddles.
She doesn’t respond, and I decide to give her some more time. I also debate if I should make an excuse to go over to the grooming salon to see her.
That thought is completely derailed when the signal goes off for a call, and we have to go.
“Turner, you coming?” I hear Dave ask.
“I think he’s too busy pining,” Parker retorts.
“You both are going to make me request a shift change,” I threaten as they climb into the truck and Jo and I climb into the ambulance.
“You wouldn’t,” Jo scoffs.
“Probably not, but Parker’s one to talk about pining.”
