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“Rose?” Colt called as he knocked on the locked door of the vet clinic for the second time. It was midday, and Colt had stopped by to see if Rose wanted to grab some lunch.
She had left early this morning before he woke up, texting him that she had needed to take care of some last minute things before the clinic opened on Monday. As for himself, he had spent the greater part of the morning doing some menial work in the barn and looping images of last night’s s*x over and over in his head. When he’d checked his phone sometime later and saw that it was noontime, he figured he wouldn’t come off as being too needy if he paid her a visit.
Colt felt his eyebrows come together in a frown when Rose still didn’t answer the door. Should I have called first? He tried to peek through the windows
