Come back to me,” I begged, the tear slipping over my eye and gliding down my cheek.

“I don’t get a taste of you soon, I’m givin’ up the search and takin’ you to my …”

“Jesus works on Sundays, Hop. Want a direct line, time to haul your biker ass to…”

“Haven’t had breakfast,” Jeff replied too casually. “Well, that’s just awful,” I…”

“Yes, I read. And yes, I do it a lot. And yes, I did it before you because life …”