Ransom
My truck is in the driveway as Cutter pulls in to drop me off. “Do you need help getting inside?" He gives me a smartass grin.
“f**k no. See you later. Don't bother texting, don't come over. I'm busy, I got plans," I tell him as I hop out of his truck.
“Plans for work? Since you know, that's what you were cleared for," he teases me.
“Thanks for the ride." I slam the door harder than I need to. He's still talking, but I'm pretending like I can't hear him.
Entering my house, I listen to see if I can tell where Stelle is. Rambo is laying on the couch, snoozing away, probably from when she took him to the dog park. As I step on a spot in the floor that creaks, he does raise his head, but I put my finger in front of my lips, shushing him.
Walking back to the bedroom, I hear the
