Randall Meechum's POV

DFW Airport

My girl and the others were landing in ten minutes. I sat in the line at baggage claim, every few minutes sending out a message to my mate and hoping her plane was close enough. I hated being away from her; after so many years alone, I didn't like being that way now. I wanted to see her smile, feel her skin against mine, and fall asleep tangled up in her after another fantastic night of sex.

Yeah, I had it bad, I thought to myself.

"Randall?"

I smiled as I heard her voice in my head. "Welcome home, baby. Good flight?"

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