Josh looked down at the duffel bag he had sitting there. “I’m ready to go whenever y’all are.”
I stood up and rubbed the back of my neck. “Just tell me one thing. Y’all didn’t do her at the same time, did you?”
“No,” they both replied at once. From the looks on their faces, I knew there was more to the story, but I let it go for now.
Jeff cleared his throat. “By the way, can you cover us on cash until we get new credit cards and debit cards in?”
My stomach dropped. “Jesus H. Christ. You idiots.”
They both looked away from me.
“I’m going to take a shower, and then we can head on out, and yes, I’ll cover your asses.”
After I took a quick shower and packed an overnight bag, we headed to my truck and then to Mason. The drive was silent, but not because Josh and Jeff were sleeping. Each of us seemed to be lost in our own thoughts.
Jeff cleared his throat before speaking. “You guys ever wish there was that one girl? The one to come home to, go to dinner with, talk to about how good or bad your day was?”
I peered up in the rearview mirror at Jeff. He had his eyes closed as he talked.
“I’m so damn sick of this. I just want to meet someone who wants those things too,” Jeff added.
I looked over at Josh. He was staring out the window.
“Yeah, I wish for that too, Jeff,” Josh added in a voice barely above a whisper.
“So do I,” I replied.
Exhaling a deep breath, Jeff asked, “Where is she?”
I said the only thing that came to my mind. “In my dreams.”
Josh let out a gruff laugh. “Every time I crawl out of someone’s bed, I keep telling myself this is it. I’m done with this shit. But I keep doing it, and a part of me thinks this will be my life. I’m not sure I’ll ever meet a woman who makes me feel like I truly want something different.”
“Do you think that maybe you sleep around so much, Josh, because you’re afraid of what will happen when you do find her?” I asked.
He slowly shook his head. “I don’t even know anymore, Gunner. I honestly don’t even know.”
“Gunner?”
I couldn’t see through the darkness, but I felt her. Her presence was strong and made my heart beat ten times faster than normal.
“Hello? I can’t see you!”
“Drew?”
“Where are you?” I cried out.
“Gunner. Please come find me.”
Frantically I searched the dark, empty room only to find nothing. She was here, though . . . I could feel her.
“I’m lost.”
Her voice was soft and sounded like a song on a breeze.
A light pierced the room, and there she was. Her blue eyes met mine, and my knees nearly buckled out from under me.
“Gunner . . . it’s me.”