Page 56 of Wild Rush Of Love
“I miss you,” she whispered.
“I miss you more, baby. God. This sucks. I’m on shift in a few minutes and all I want to do is jump in my truck and drive back to you.”
Reena smiled. “I have some good news.” She glanced over at Caitlyn.
“Tell me it’s that you’re coming to see me soon.”
“It is. How does weekend after next sound?” Could she pack up everything in that time? Probably not, but she could organize some things long distance. Like selling or renting out her house.
Caitlyn leaned over the table and whispered, “I’ll help you.”
“Is that Caitlyn?” Rush asked. “Are you still at work? I thought you said you were off now.”
“I’m still at the pub. Didn’t want to go home yet.”
“Don’t go home. Go to the airport and get the first plane up here.”
“As much as I’d love that, I can’t…but I’ll see you in less than two weeks.”
“Tell me when your plane gets into Albany and I’ll be there to pick you up.”
“Okay. I’ll let you know as soon as I confirm the details.” She had so many details to sort out.
“I gotta go.” Rush sighed. “The next two weeks are going to fucking drag.”
“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.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rush signed where Michael,his lawyer, indicated. The man had driven nearly three hours from Saratoga Springs for a forty-minute meeting.
