Page 127 of Stolen Voices
Rylann: E’s back?
Callie: Flew in last night. He kind of caught me in the middle of my self-care session…
Scarlett: AND?! Don’t leave us hanging, Superstar.
Emery: What she said. Spill.
Rylann: …
I chuckle to myself, and tears gather in my eyes as I read the messages from the women who brought me into their circle without a second thought. Their friendship is new to me and yet it feels as old as time. I know, deep down, I can confide in them without judgment and they would keep my secrets safe. I’ve never had this kind of trust before, but I run into it with open arms.
Callie: Let’s just say we took care of ourselves together and kissed. A lot.
Scarlett: Damn. Go, girl!
Emery: *fire emoji* That sounds hot.
Callie: So hot.
Rylann: Does this mean you two are together?
Scarlett: Chill, Rice Cakes. Let the girl get some before you plan their wedding.
Callie: Maybe? Last night, he called me his.
Rylann: For a Miller man, that’s official.
Emery: Might as well be engaged *laughing emoji*
A part of me wants to do a happy dance, but… My fingers fly across the screen.
Callie: Are you sure? This morning, he refused to touch me and ran out of the house like his ass was on fire.
Rylann: You did just fall from twenty feet in the air and spent the night in the hospital. Jace would be crazy protective.
Emery: True.
Scarlett: Buzzkill.
Callie: I swear I feel fine, but there’s still bruising. But no pain.
Scarlett: Then I say go for it.
Emery: Me too.
Rylann: …
Scarlett: Get on board, Rylann!
Rylann: I am on board. I just want Callie to be safe.
Callie: I promise I’ll be safe. And if I feel any discomfort, I’ll call off the operation.
Rylann: Deal. Now, put on the shorts and sports bra from the other day. That will work.
Emery: Oh yeah. Those shorts were hot as fuck. Mason enjoys watching me wear tiny shorts when I do kickboxing. Gets him all riled up.
Scarlett: Tell us when you seal the deal.
