Rose had nearly reached the point of climbing the walls.
A few days? Sure. A week? Yeah, sure, why not.
A couple weeks... okay, he was going to get one heckuva chewing out when he got back...
Three... she was officially withholding sex for a month.
Four, okay, he better be kidnapped or dead, because she was going to make him wish he was when she found him.
Okay. It was officially time to call in back-up. She got her phone.
"Frosty? I either need a drinking buddy or someone who can plug inta Cerebro."
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