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“I got no idea what the hell was going on with Bruton, but it wasn’t good.”

“Afraid of that... I hope Cotton hasn’t bitten off more than he can chew.”

“It’ll be a lot. No doubt about that, but it’s Cotton. Nothing he can’t handle.”

“Sure hope you’re right about that.”

“I am,” Guardrail answered confidently. “Cotton’s spent the better part of his life juggling men like this. It won’t be easy, but he’ll get the job done and he’ll get it done right.”

“He’s definitely a one-of-kind.”

“That he is.”

I motioned my hand toward the stack of papers on his desk as I asked, “So, how behind are we?”

“Yeah, a little, but we can manage it. We’re just gonna have to hit the ground running.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Before I got up to leave, I asked, “There anything you need me to do while I’m here?”

“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Good deal. I’ll see you first thing.”

“Thanks, brother. Appreciate ya.”

I nodded, then headed back out to my truck. I hadn’t heard anything from Torch, so I decided to call it a day and started home. I was just a few miles from the house when my mind drifted to Maggie. It had been hours since I’d left her place and the memory of her touch still lingered on my skin. It left me with a dull ache that had me wishing I was back in her bed with her head on my chest and her legs draped over my own. I couldn’t deny it. My night with her was out of this world, and not just because of the incredible sex.

It was her.

It was the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief. It was the way she touched me, like she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Just thinking about it had me needing to adjust myself. Damn.

When I got to the house, I went inside and grabbed a beer from the fridge. As soon as I was settled in my recliner, I took out my phone and sent her a message.

Me:

How’s it going?

Maggie:

Pretty good.

The kids got home a few hours ago. We had dinner, and now, they’re holed up in their rooms.

Me:

And what about you?

Where do you hole up?

Maggie:

Usually in my room.

But tonight, I’m in the living room.

I have the fire going, and I’m watching a movie.

Me:

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