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Post by Danika Jones on Jan 14, 2017 1:44:32 GMT -6
She had her door locked to her bedroom so she wouldn't be interrupted while she texted and contemplated whether she would say anything about her new found view of their relationship. It would probably depend on how it went.
Pulling up his name she clicked on text and start out with "Hey baby, been thinking about you. I miss you lots and am just wondering what you been up to <3." She smiled at the message before sending it and hoping it wasn't a bad time for him.
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Post by Raymond Wyndham on Jan 14, 2017 22:55:17 GMT -6
Ray rolled over groaning under the own weight of his troubled thoughts. He’d just finished beating the bushes via his men on the streets. Sadly, he was the product of his own rules. He’d made the area around the Pride lands a no man’s land and as such they stayed away as well. The information they were getting in was stuff he already knew or couldn’t trace back anywhere but dead ends. It was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in shadows and riding a dark wind. In short it seemed impossible and getting worse all the time. He couldn’t see how Ro had not given up the chase yet.
He sat down his beer and picked up his phone he’d only been back fifteen minutes. Long enough to regret not having anything to show. Ro was pouring over a few things that he’d gotten god knew where. He read his screen and as much as he wasn’t a texter replied, ‘Mo Croi, Busy beating bushes for facts. Missing you. Let’s meet. I’ll bring food and an appetite.’ He read it as he typed stopping just short of sending it.
He erased it and instead sent, 'My place? Twenty minutes.'
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Post by Danika Jones on Jan 14, 2017 23:18:20 GMT -6
Dani was a little surprised at the speed in which he replied. She hadn't intended to go anywhere today but if he was wanting to see her she would more then happily get dressed and meet him.
'Sure thing. See you in less if I can help it.'
She hopped up off the bed quickly riffling through her closet to come up with something better then her ugly grey sweats and baggy shirt. She wouldn't get dressy but form fitting jeans and cute top would do.
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Post by Raymond Wyndham on Jan 15, 2017 23:09:28 GMT -6
He read her reply and stood stretching. Tossing his blazer over the nearest chair he slid his gun into the drawer of his desk. Picking his phone back up he fired off, ‘I’ll be waiting.’
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