Page 27 of Broken Love

“Thank you.”

He clicks the radio off and offers me an apologetic nod. “Sorry.”

I collapse against the sand.

“All right. I can see inside.”

I raise my head and look through the binoculars again, this time trying not to focus too much on Caleb alone. There’s a whole warehouse around her and not a single person inside will care if they had to put a bullet in her.

“Any idea what they’re doing?” Fox asks her.

“Not a clue,” she says. “I’ll take them out and look around, though.”

I furiously shake my head at Fox.

He nods. “Negative, Caleb. Come on back. We’ll report to Rhys and check it out again after the storm passes.”

“I agree. I just wanted to freak Carson out a little bit. Did it work?”

I sigh.

“That’s an affirmative,” Fox answers, smiling.

“Cool.”

He lays his rifle down and pats me on the back again, giving me a weak, yet purposeful, smile.

Let her go. You don’t stand a chance. Move on.

I fight the overwhelming urge to smother myself in the sand.

Chapter 8

Caleb

I feel his eyes on me long before I look up.

Carson — or Boxcar, whatever — sits on his cot across from mine with his laptop balanced on his outstretched legs. We make eye contact for a moment before his shaded eyes shift to the loud display of manliness happening a few feet away from the back of the barracks.

I ignore the grunting and groaning and focus on putting my revolver back together.

Rogers and West sit on the floor across from each other with Fox’s footlocker between them. Their hands are locked in a fierce arm wrestle while the ropey muscles of their arms quiver in a hard flex. Neither one of them seems any closer to winning than they were fifteen seconds ago.

“Do they do this a lot?”

“Carson—!” I jolt to my left as he appears on the floor beside my cot. “What are you doing?”

“Starting a conversation with you,” he says.

“Why?”

He shrugs.

I sigh, gesturing softly with my hands to push him away. “You’re in my bubble…”

He shifts back a little but maintains that schoolboy smirk across his mouth. “So, do they?”

I slide a little to the right. “Do they what?”

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