“Okay. I’m going to get on the road since it takes the better
part of an hour to get home. Later!” Mick tossed over his shoulder as he left.
Mick should be glad Nicholas hadn’t traveled further. Narathon
was indeed an hour away from Mystic Bay, which was nothing for someone who came
all the way from Russia to take care of business. Nicholas finally heard the
distant roar of Mick’s truck starting and shook his head. For someone who
didn’t like attention, Mick certainly drove a loud vehicle.
Speaking of things demanding attention, he once more tugged his
cell out, unlocked it, and pulled up the calendar. No wonder Mick’s reactions
drew his attention… and that insidious need Nicholas despised. It had been six
months since the last time.
Nicholas swallowed heavily. He’d hoped for a bit more time
before he was forced to take care of the problem, but it didn’t look like time
was on his side. His hand tightened, and he purposely relaxed his hold. No
point crushing his cell, even if he was annoyed. Better to feed that need now
than wait for to it became uncontrollable.
