Mickey POV
Almost a full two days had gone by, but Mickey was still compulsively looking at his phone every few minutes. The damned thing was practically glued to his hand.
He lit yet another cigarette and inhaled deeply as he opened his message inbox yet again.
AT&T 11:06 51%
Gallagher
[Me.]
[what?]
[It gets you me.]
[the fuck are you talkin
about?]
[You said you waited for
me. You said "what did it
get me?" The answer is
me.]
[I love you.]
As he read and re-read the text conversation, he blew out a steady stream of smoke, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.