Of course, I’ve been in contact with Mary.
Calls. Texts. Video conferencing.
But it’s not the same.
Right then, my phone buzzes.
Firecracker/Mary
Good morning.
Me
Morning, Baby. You at work yet?
Firecracker/Mary
Yeah, I just got in. Forgot breakfast though.
Me
I’m sorry I wasn’t there to bring it.
Firecracker/Mary
Don’t be ridiculous. I can feed myself.
Me
But I want to be the one who feeds you.
Fuck.
Now I have a semi-boner, and my thoughts have taken a decidedly southern turn.
Firecracker/Mary
Yeah? Well maybe next time I see you, we can eat together.
Holy innuendo, Batman!
I grin.
Me
Damn straight we will. Gotta go, but I’ll see you later. Guaranteed.
I put away my phone, then I settle deeper into my seat.
Eyes on the target.
Phone in my pocket.
Because even if I can't be with her right now—I'm still thinking about her.
Still thinking about her texts.
We’re so close to nailing this prick Jonas—and once we do, I can get back to her.