Page 92 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

Blake:So?

Thornton:I can still see you. You're still in our driveway.

Blake:I see what you did there.

Thornton:Speaking logically?

Blake:You called it our driveway to distract me.

Thornton:I wasn't trying to distract you.

Blake:But it's not working.

Thornton:I just said I wasn't trying anything.

Blake:So please just say it.

Blake:Thorn?

Blake:Hello?

Blake:I'm driving away now.

Blake:You can't see me now.

Blake:Can you say it now?

Thornton:Don't drive and text.

Thornton:And I miss you.

Just thinking about their earlier text conversation almost had him smiling. It had been silly as hell, but he had enjoyed it. Like he had told her last night, she had fucked him up well and good, and well...he was hoping she would keep at it for the rest of their lives—-

A sound coming from the outside, almost like someone making a run for it, had Thornton swiftly stepping out just in time to see Blake rushing inside her place.

"Blake—-"

But she didn't even turn her head, and the door slammed shut behind her.

What the fuck?

He knocked on her door.

"Blake?"

He knocked again and again.

"Blake?"

He could feel his blood turning cold, could feel the urge to smash the door down growing stronger inside of him.Something...wasn't right.He could feel it in his bones. He had these instincts ever since he had gone to war, and his instincts had never been wrong.

"Blake?"

He fought to keep his voice level. Kept knocking even when the skin on his knuckles started to wear off and his flesh began to sting.

"Blake."

"Baby."

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