Page 78 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Where to?”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

“You’ll know at eight. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

This time, I didn’t look back. I continued out of the parking lot. I pulled my helmet over my head fully, shielding my face from the sharp winds and increased my speed as I entered the ramp that led to the expressway. The leather bodysuit and double layers beneath protected me from the cold.

7:29p

The call turned over and Rome’s pretty face appeared.

“Rugger. Is everything okay?”

Regret quickly filled me. I hadn’t considered the time difference when I made the call. She was snug underneath her cover with her head scarf around her head.

“Did I wake you?”

“No. I’m in bed, but I’m not asleep.”

“Still adjusting?” I sighed.

“Still. After over two years. Some nights are better than others. I don’t have any classes tomorrow, so I can spare a few hours of restlessness.”

The time change was the toughest on us all. Rome’s ballet classes helped her stay on track for the most part. But, when she didn’t have class, we could almost always count on her to come over one of our homes with the hope of finding comfort long enough to fall asleep or join us in our quest to do the same.

“What’s up? Is everything okay?”

Nervously, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth.

“That, I don’t know.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

If I never spat out another word, I was positive Rome could tell me what was happening in my head and what my near future held. She was gifted. But, she was careful not to let her gift interfere with our sisterhood.

“Rugger–” she called out, sitting up in her bed, “It’s me. Don’t do that. You called for a reason. Don’t bring me to the water and not allow me to drink. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You know, I’m sure.”

“That’s not the point. I want you to tell me.”

I paused, considering her point. She had a valid one.

“I’m a nervous wreck!” I admitted, plopping down in front of my vanity.

Suddenly, I hated everything about my makeup and attire.

“You gave him a chance?” She squealed.

“Yes.”

“See. I knew you would. I’m proud of you. This is good. This is really good,” she announced.

“Is it?” I chuckled with crinkled brows.

“Yes. I can’t wait to feel all that nervousness. All those jitters when my turn comes.”

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