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Just my Rusty.

Soft.

Safe.

Sleeping beside me.

I still can't believe she took me back.

I don't deserve it.

I know that.

Three years ago, I left her.

No explanation.

No goodbye.

Just disappeared like a coward.

And somehow—by some miracle I don't deserve—she's giving me another chance.

Selfish or not.

Wrong or not.

I don't care.

Because if I leave her again?

I'll break.

And worse—I'll break her.

And that's the one thing I refuse to do.

Not again.

Never again.

I promised myself I'd make it up to her.

Every day.

And I will. For the rest of my life, if she'll let me.

But first?

Some sick son of a bitch thinks he can threaten her.

He thinks that Amanda Perkins is his—he’s so fucking wrong.

Terroristic threats and stalking?

Yeah, that ain't gonna fly.

I grab my work tablet and log into Sigma's secure network.