Page 45 of Run From Me

“Fucking hell, short stack. What was that?”

“Do not swear at my wife, X.”

At least I could multitask and flip off Cas as I glared at Rylee.

“That’s for ghosting Cali. What the hell?”

Ghosting?

“What in the hell are you talking about woman?”

She tapped her foot impatiently. Ah, shit.

“Give me your phone.”

I shook my head but handed it over.

“The dick pics are in the favorites. Gotta have them easy access and all—ouch. What the fuck?”

Cas came up behind Rylee, sweat drenched and all.

“Do not fucking say dick pics in front of her.”

I was starting to grin when Rylee shut me the hell down.

“Let me know if you need a professional to make it look bigger, Xander.”

And my jaw dropped.

“Feisty, little short stack. I like it. But spare me more dick jokes. Why are you mad at me?”

She held up the phone to show me two texts.

“She asked you how your leg was. You could at least tell her you’re alive. She called me asking if you died of an infection. She also texted about the lab reports, and then you sent one of the guys?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds bad. But, to be fair, I’ve been busy. Look, Cas helped make her a gift out of the knife I was stabbed with,” I said and gestured toward the small, delicate metal flower.

Rylee smiled at Cas.

“You helped him make that? You are the sweetest, aren’t you?” she said to him.

And then she turned to me.

“How about just telling her you’re alive. Stupid gifts don’t fix emotional neglect, you moron.”

“Ouch, short stuff. That kind of hurt. How about I go give it to her now?”

Rylee smiled. “Wonderful. I’m going with.”

I looked to Cas, thinking he’d stop her.

“I’m taking the bike. Sorry, Rylee. Maybe next time.”

Instead of stopping her, she did what Rylee did best and walked over to where we hung our riding gear. I glanced at Cas and back at her as she started to pull on the new leathers Cas had gotten her with a few added bonuses like Kevlar plates.

“What the hell are you doing, Rylee? Be on a honeymoon and go fuck Cas’s brains out. I will go apologize, or whatever it is you want me to do.”

She was halfway finished putting on the pants over her leggings when she glared at me.

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