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5:10 PM
Please don’t hate me
Regan paused the game and eyed her phone curiously. The text was from Alistair, but why would there be any risk of her hating him? She tapped out a quick reply before returning her attention to the game. She’d only just made it out of the character creator after spending what felt like an eternity getting her character’s appearance and skills just right and it was imperative that she at least make some progress.
What could you possibly do that would make me hate you?
Over an hour passed before the response came.
Duncan asked me to work late tonight.
One of the guys from the night shift called in
And he caught me off guard
And I just sort of said yes without thinking
Regan sighed softly and shook her head at the speed of his texts; he must be sneaking his phone while on patrol. Duncan really needed to find some other people to cover last minute shifts. She couldn’t count the number of times Alistair had been his go-to security guard whenever anyone else called in. He almost never refused, partially because it did give him leverage when he needed a day off, but still ….
I don’t hate you. You can make it up to me Friday, dearheart. And tell Duncan I say he owes you a day off.
I will.
I love you
I’ll be home as soon as I can
She smiled faintly and tapped out her reply before returning her attention to the game. Since he wasn’t going to be home any time soon, she had a little more time to make some progress in this game before taking Jasper for his nightly walk.
Love you too. See you when you get home.