‘You’re a prick sometimes,’ I laugh softly, knowing what he says is true, though, and I close my eyes again to listen to that voice. I'm still not wholly convinced that he’s safe, but it’s out of my hands, and I need to have faith in his ability.

‘You’re a pain in my ass … but I’ll always come home to you. I promise. Now get off the phone. I’m busy, and my men are looking at me like I’ve gone soft.’ He sounds more commanding and back to normal. Hints of sarcasm ...