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“Must not have been that important since I can’t remember what it was.”
I press my hand to my chest and pretend to be injured. “Damn, next time you should actually hit me. It may hurt less than this.”
That earns me a small chuckle she tries to cover up with a cough.
“Don’t you need to be over there doing your job?” she asks seriously.
“They’ll yell if they need me.”
“Right, well I’m going home.”
“Wait.” I hold the top of her door. “Go out with me.”
She sighs, looking down at our feet. “Jameson...”
I go weak at how she sounds saying my name. “Just bring Bennet over again. Duke misses him.”
“I’m sure he does.” She smirks. “I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll take it. Have a good evening, Sutton.”
“You, too.” She climbs into her car, and I shut the door for her, watching as she drives away.
A hand clamps down on my shoulder, and I flinch in shock. “You got it bad, don’t you?” Dave asks.
“Where did you even come from?”
“I’m like a ninja, always around and paying attention, but you don’t always see me.”
“Should I be concerned?”
He laughs, patting me on the shoulder again. “Probably not.”
We walk back to the station, and I avoid my coworkers, especially Parker who I know will say something about me going over to Sutton. I busy myself making a quick dinner and eating so I can try to get a little bit of sleep, hoping we don’t get another call for at least a couple of hours.
As I lay down, I look at my phone and see there’s a text waiting for me. My heart races as I open it, and a smile spreads across my face. It’s a picture of the teddy bear, notably on blankets and some pillows.
Sutton: I guess I could call him Cuddles, but you only get to refer to him as Captain.
CHAPTER 19
Sutton
It takesanother several days of Jameson texting me at least once a day for me to give in to seeing him again. I only agree because I feel like I’ve managed to get my mind somewhat in order and I can handle seeing him in a completely platonic way, in a completely platonic setting.
Our dogs are hanging out and running around on his property, that’s it.
I almost canceled because the weather looked questionable. I knew moving to Washington there would be a significant amount of rain, but in the summer, it doesn’t seem to rain as much as it’s supposed to in the winter. However, today it seems that may change and I’m on the verge of experiencing some classic Pacific Northwest rainfall.
The reason I don’t cancel is because of the single text I see when I pick up my phone.
Jameson: I can’t wait to see you.
I don’t reply, instead I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt debating if I should bring a hoodie as well but even if it rains it’s not going to be cold enough, so I go without.
Bennet and I load up in my Jeep and drive over to Jameson’s property. I guess it’s really his parent’s property, but he lives there so it counts as his to me.
I’m just as nervous driving along the unpaved ground as I was last time. Actually, maybe even more so. When I get to the barn, I park in the same spot I did before, but I’m instantly distracted by Jameson riding the same brown horse he rode at the rodeo. What he’s doing right now looks leisurely compared to the racing.
