“Mase,” I breathed, my voice shaking as my emotions swarmed through me. I was such a basket-case. A freak. A waste. “What’s wrong?” My cowboy sounded more alert, concern lacing his voice. “I—” My mind drifted back to Dr. G’s words. You don’t have to tell him everything right now. Just lean on him. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” There was rustling in the background, and I heard a door slam. “You at work?” “Uh, yes,” I answered, pushing up to my feet. “Stay there.” “Mason—” “Stay. The. Fuck. There,” he growled. The phone disconnected and I stood there dumbfounded. What the heck was that?
