Tucker
I haven’t slept since Karsyn told me her story. She’s sleeping soundly wrapped in my arms. There’s no way I’m going to let go today. Never mind the fact I have to be on-shift in about three hours. Without disturbing her, I reach over, grabbing my phone. Ransom owes me a favor.
T: I’m calling in that favor where I worked twenty-four hours so you could go home and fuck your wife on your anniversary.
R: Screw you, we make love.
I knew that would get him all fired up.
T: Fine, I worked twenty-four hours so you could go home and make love to your wife. Either way, I’m calling in the favor.
R: Is everything okay?
Ransom knows me, and he knows I honestly never call in favors, it’s just not the type of guy I am. If I’m actually calling in on a favor, something serious has happened.
T: I’m with Karsyn. Some things have gone down and I need to stay with her. I really appreciate this.