The door cracked open, and Ryder poked his head in.
Immediately, I covered Rosalie with my body.
“Sorry, man. We need you out here. Uh, sorry, Rosalie.” He left, making me let out a huff of frustration. We’d stopped the bus to grab some sleep because Leo, our driver, said we were well ahead of schedule.
“Fuck.” I kissed her hard and deep. “We’ll finish this later.”
I pulled out, definitely not wanting to stop, and grabbed my pants. Rosalie watched me dress, her eyes on my cock.
After pulling up my sweatpants, I leaned in and took her by the jaw and kissed her.
“Dirty girl.” I nipped her bottom lip before pulling away. Knowing she was so into me really got me going.
I left the room and went out to the bus’s main area.
“Hey, man. Sorry about that,” Ryder said immediately. “You know I’m not a cock block, but Cas, tell him.”
I looked to Cas, who was sitting quietly on the couch.
“Cas?” I frowned at him. He was usually upbeat, but he seemed shaken.
“Uh.” Cas shook his head, his blue hair falling across his forehead. Bane sat next to him, his head in his hands, while Hex and Vic were sitting on the couch across.
I looked around and noticed Dante and Trent were gone.
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Just tell him,” Bane muttered.
Cas raked his fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t snooping. I swear it.” He stared up at me. “Anson, man.” He handed me a folded piece of paper. “I found that in Rosalie’s jacket. It’s chilly out, and her coat was lying there on the edge of the chair, so I grabbed it to get a smoke, you know? I put my hand in the pocket and found the note.”
I opened the note and stared down at the scrawl.
Sweet Bishop,
I was close enough to touch you. Next time, I will.
Yours
-X
“Dante and Trent are outside, looking around. We don’t think he’s here, but he had to have been close. When did Rosalie wear the jacket last?” Ryder asked.
I shook my head. “I-I don’t know.”
“What’s going on?” Rosalie asked, coming into the room, her pretty face twisted in worry. She came to my side and stared down at the note.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Cas wore your jacket. He found this in your pocket,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Baby, when was the last time you wore it?”
She blinked her eyes quickly. “I-I wore it yesterday. Last night at the diner.”
I nodded. Made sense.
“I didn’t recognize anyone at the diner,” Ryder said, frowning. “There weren’t a lot of people there. Did anyone bump into you, Rosalie?”
She shook her head, frowning. “No.”
