Tricia & Tracker. Part 9

Her heart felt like it skipped several beats. Did she even dare to believe he was really here? And what did it mean? Just a booty call or something else? Her breath caught at the sound of his voice. Her mind was trying to figure out why he was here. She'd be lying if she said a little bit of hope didn't enter her body. But she would squash that down for now.

"What are you doing here?" She stammered.

"Looking for you of course." Tracker replied.

"And for what reason would that be?" She asked.

He sighed, then knelt down beside her. He waited a minute or so for her to look him in the eyes. He needed her to see he was sincere in what he was about to say. She finally looked at him. He was in a pair of long shorts and flip flops. His shirt was tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Her eyes drank him in greedily. Finally moving up to his face and then his eyes. Her breath caught for a second time.

"I know I handled the situation all wrong. I shouldn't have