54. Nate

FIFTY-FOUR

NATE

I watch the screen of the driver's phone that's mounted to the dashboard.

Seven minutes.

Five minutes.

Four.

Rosie is silent next to me, watching the city pass through her window as we head into downtown St. Paul.

Three minutes until I have Rosie in my building.

Two.

The way she looked at me when I said safety…

The way her eyes dropped down to my lap…

I'm thinking the same thing you are, Rosie Baby.

I want to take you raw.

One minute.

And I'm a man who gets what he wants.

The vehicle slows.

And my wait is up.