Silas – 4:41 PM
He’d been nursing a cold beer, half-listening to Wes ramble about some brake job gone sideways, when his phone buzzed on the bar. He glanced down, already smirking.
> Boy, if you could see what I have on…
His heart kicked into overdrive.
It wasn’t the kind of message he got every day—definitely not from her. And just like that, his brain was gone. Instantly tangled in every version of what she might be wearing… or not wearing.
He thumbed out a reply:
> You teasing me, Angel? Send a pic. I already miss you.
It wasn’t just about curiosity. Hell, he missed her already and she’d barely been gone a few hours. He loved seeing her—whether it was a photo, or that playful look she gave him when she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.
He waited.
No response.
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