Hallick’s POV
I hang the phone up, shoving it back into my pocket as best I can with the seatbelt across my lap, shoving down the irrational fear that envelopes me. As I fidget anxiously, I feel eyes on me and glance over to my boss, Callan who is glancing at me curiously from the driver’s seat as he weaves through the lunchtime traffic, traveling as fast as he can whist still remaining safe, his skill, a testamount to his driving skills from our time serving.
‘What’ I grumble defensively.
Callan’s s.hit eating grin is annoying me, and I turn further toward him when he doesn’t reply.
‘Spit it out Rachet’ I grouse.
Callan shrugs, still grinning, ‘so, you love her’ he muses, like he’s talking about the f.ucking weather or something.
I can feel the heat climbing up my neck, f.uck, he heard m……
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