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Riker laughs louder, and I rub my palm over my face.
“Yeah…”
I wonder if Trent can hear the laughing.
“So everything’s under control now?”
“We’re having coffee while my nerves settle.” I realize the “we” too late and just roll with it. It’s probably obvious by now, anyway.
“You’ve become a ‘we’ on Jekyll Island, huh?”
“Did you need something? Or you just trying to find trouble?”
“Probably both. The manager of Beckett’s tap room has been in the station looking for you. She tried to get your number, but I said I’d just call you. They haven’t been able to get ahold of Beckett this week and they’re having payroll problems or something.”
“We haven’t spoken. He might’ve decided he’s still taking a vacation too.” It’s not like him to go off grid. That much I know about him. He never shuts down from work. It strikes me, however, that I really have no idea what he might do in his time off. No clue who, outside of colleagues, he might talk to, where he might go.
To be honest, that was another way I saw myself in him.
“She said he never mentioned going away—like, never, at all. She was quite shocked when I told her.”
I wonder if he ever intended to come in the first place.
“Well, I thought I’d pass it along to keep her from trying to harass you, so I’m going to make out with my girl-wife now.”
I sink into my seat and drop my head against the back.
“Yeah, we’ll discuss your pay cut when I get back.” I hang up and slide my phone across the table.
“Problems with the girl-wife?” Riker asks, pulling off a piece of the danish.
I grab his wrist, pulling it towards the table before he could enjoy the stolen bite.
“You told me to eat.”
“That was when we were friends.”
“You know, I can take you at tug of war.” He yanks, not quite breaking my grasp, but pulling me closer to him. “What a way to thank me for coming to your rescue.”
“And you just had to swoop in with a kiss, didn’t you?” I don’t want to move away. I want more, but the middle of the coffee house, probably isn’t the best place for what I have in mind.
“Figured, I’d put last night’s practice to work.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Oh, is that all?”
Chapter Eight
Riker
Libby and I spent the rest of the afternoon along the beach and stopping by the small shops until dinner, when she insisted on tacos again. I couldn’t argue.
Wouldn’t.
One more evening of enjoying her laugh and fiery commentary, despite the fact that I caught her glancing over her shoulder several times over the evening.
Libby sighs as we near the condos around sunset. “What time does your plane leave?”
“Around seven.”
