It's been a week since New Year's Eve, and while things have been better between Timber and I, I miss the clubhouse and the other girls. I know we're here for my safety, but I want to go home.
I've laid in bed in his arms for the last hour, waiting for the sun to come up, just watching him sleep. I woke up from a nightmare and couldn't rest again, but I didn't want to wake him by getting up. As I reach out to stroke his chest, his cell phone starts ringing at top volume and vibrating across the nightstand. His arm tightens around me as he rolls over and grabs it. Without opening his eyes, he taps the screen and puts it to his ear.
"Timber." He's silent for a moment, then his eyes shoot open, and he taps my back as he sits up. "We'll be on the road in an hour. See you in a few, brot
