Dillon looked at the storeroom clock for the second time in as many minutes. Eight o’clock, at least another hour before he could see Jamie. It wasn’t that Dillon minded working until closing.
He’d done it more times than he could count. Still, Dillon couldn’t remember ever being this anxious to leave before. He wanted to be with Jamie so bad he could taste it.
It was a raging need, a burning he couldn’t explain. Like if he didn’t see Jamie soon, Dillon wasn’t gonna make it. God, he had it bad. At least he didn’t have to worry about Jamie, not while Megan was there with him, anyway. Jamie might not be too happy about the situation, but he was safe, and that’s all Dillon could ask for.
Megan was a bit outrageous at times, but she had a level head on her shoulders. So did Jamie, for th
