Page 37 of Collision

How gross would it be to not wash my sheets since they smell like you?

Jesus, that was way creepier in text form than it was in my head.

Feel free to ignore those texts. In fact, if you could just delete them without reading them. That would be amazing.

My grin stretches across my face. He’s so fucking cute.

Me

No way am I deleting those texts. They made my night.

Carter

Ugh. So glad my embarrassment could entertain you.

Me

It’s only fair since I make a fool of myself on the regular in front of you, Daddy Carter.

Carter

Hahahaha. I forgot about that one. Okay, fine. You can keep those texts.

Me

How was your day? Did you find anything more about the problem with your project?

Carter

No, but I did get another letter in the mail. I’m beginning to think my ex might be fucking with me.

Me

That’s fucked up. I know Cooper is the police chief in Sonoma and probably can’t do anything about it, but you should tell him what’s going on.

Carter

I told Adam and Matthew. They have a private investigator who’s going to look into it for me.

I blow out a breath of relief. After my experience with my mom, I know how fast an angry ex-boyfriend can turn a situation ugly.

Me

Good. I’m going to need you to explain why they have a PI later, but I’m glad someone is looking into it.

My phone starts ringing with Carter’s name running across the screen. I answer it while the timer goes off.

“Hi.”

I can hear Carter’s smile. “Hey, Smoky. I figured if you were able to text me, you might have time to talk on the phone.”

“Now is perfect. I’m pulling dinner out of the oven for the guys.”

“Got a fire extinguisher handy?” he teases.

“You’re hilarious,” I grumble through a laugh. “I’ll have you know I didn’t need one, thank you very much.”

“We’ll make a chef out of you in no time. How was your day?”

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