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Casey couldn’t sleep

She tossed and turned until two in theover to turn on her lamp

Hero, who had been snoozing in his comfy bed just beside Casey’s, lifted his head and looked quizzically up at his mistress

“No problems, boy,” she assured him “Go back to sleep”

The soothing tone of Casey’s voice was enough to ain

Casey glanced at her iPad She’d just downloaded a new book, but she didn’t feel like reading She looked at the pile of pages fanned out across her bed The case was bugging her; however, her brain was on overload and she wouldn’t be effective if she tried to review the dozens of ht to the table for discussion

She reached for her cell phone Yeah, it was the ht, but Hutch’s hours were crazy

He answered on the second ring “Hey, you I can’t sleep, either Good that you called Even better if it’s for phone sex”

Casey began to laugh “I ot to carve out a few days—even if we meet in a motel halfway between Manhattan and DC”

“I ood to me It’s been six weeks”

“I know I’ve been counting, too”

Hutch—or Supervisory Special Agent Kyle Hutchinson—ith the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico He was also Casey’s one-and-only The problem was that each of them had insane jobs and schedules, not to mention the fact that they were separated by two hundred and seventy miles and four and a half hours—all of whichto see each other Even so, theymotivator

“You’ve got so on your mind,” Hutch stated flatly “I can hear it in your voice So let’s talk first Then we’ll get to the phone sex It’ll give me the incentive I need to listen”

That was a joke co from Hutch He was one of the best listeners Casey had ever met His job required it

“You read h “I’d really prefer the phone sex”