Page 45 of Wild Rush
“I know.”
“Message me when you go to bed. I’ll take my break then so I can call and wish you good night.”
“I will. And Rush…”
“Yeah?”
“I…ah, can’t wait to see you.” She’d wanted to tell him she loved him. The words were on the tip of her tongue, except it would be better to wait until she could say it in person. “Bye.”
“Bye, Reena. Stay safe.”
The call disconnected and she lowered the phone from her ear.
She stared at Caitlyn. “Oh god. Am I really doing this?”
“Yes!” Caitlyn held out Reena’s refilled shot glass. “A toast.”
Reena took her glass and waited.
“To the wild rush of love.” Caitlyn grinned at her creative use of Rush’s name.
Reena rolled her eyes, clinked their glasses and threw back the shot. The whiskey burned, shuddering warmth spreading through her chest as it made its way to her stomach. God. That was number three. She’d have to eat something before she attempted to walk home.
The last thing she needed was to stumble home drunk. Then again, it might not be the alcohol giving her this giddy feeling. Maybe Caitlyn was right. Maybe it was the wild rush of love.
