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“I can’t stand to see you sad.” His voice wavered like he was close to joining my breakdown. Perversely, I kind of loved that he was also struggling.

“I’ll get over it.” More lies.

“What if I don’t want you to?” He held my gaze, but I couldn’t decipher the message.

“You want me to be miserable forever?”

“No, I mean, I might have a solution.”

Hope, that stupid, foolish thing, gathered in my chest, pulse skittering like a happy puppy anticipating a car ride.

“Let’s hear it.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tony

“Let’s hear it.” Caleb’s voice was far more suspicious than delighted. I needed a minute to decide how to best present the option I’d been dancing around all damn day, more so after being here with Caleb and realizing I’d rather make a home here in his truck than drive back to town alone. But Caleb either hadn’t had my level of epiphany or lacked patience because he prodded, “What’s your solution?”

“It’s simple, actually. I can quit the station, defer my fire academy admission a term or two, and see where this thing with you goes.” My hands started to shake, so I dropped them from his face. A tremor raced up my spine, the exact opposite of the electric sensation I always got when we touched or kissed. I’d never wanted something—someone—like I wanted Caleb.

“Absolutely not.” Caleb narrowed his eyes, not nearly as enthusiastic as I’d expected. Wasn’t he the one who was the relationship type? Doubt gathered in my stomach as he shook his head. “I refuse to have that on my conscience.”

“It’s an option,” I hedged, not wanting to look like a fool by offering too much.

“It was your dream when you were younger, and you never got to fulfill it because the army was more immediate job security.”

“Eh. Dreams change.” I shrugged like my chest wasn’t aching. “I was going to be a professional football player, then community college and firefighting became the fallback, and then the army became my life.”

“But this was your post-army plan.” Caleb, damn him, was nothing if not logical.

“I didn’t plan on you.” My voice came out as harsh as the stare I leveled at him. I hated that he was forcing me to spell this out, offering something he might not want. Showing fear wasn’t an option, so I tilted my chin and set my jaw. “I don’t want to give this up.”

“I don’t either.” Caleb looked near tears again, face flushed blotchy pink. To me, though, he’d never looked better. Relief that he hadn’t shot me down made me release a giddy half-laugh. “The last thing I want is to give up what we have, but either of us giving up our career is a bad idea. I don’t want to start a relationship with that kind of guilt.”

“I get it. I wouldn’t want you to quit. But I might have a new plan. One of those unexpected changes.”

“Oh?” Caleb rested his hands on my shoulders, sounding more curious than skeptical.

“Coach Willard has the funds to pay a coaching staff and asked me to be an assistant and hopefully take over as coach next year when he retires. Of course the board would have to approve, and I might have to get a post-bachelor’s teaching certificate to qualify for a full-time position. Nothing guaranteed.” I was back to hedging, but my cautious excitement crept into my tone.

“But you’d want to do the job?” Caleb peered down at me. “You sure are good at working with the kids.”

“Yeah, the best part of my summer other than you has been the bit of fill-in coaching I’ve done. And the fundraising was actually kind of fun. I could see doing more of that.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a catch?” Caleb tilted his head.

“Well…” I sucked on my parched lower lip. “I probably couldn’t publicly come out.”

“Says who?” Caleb’s eyes flared wide as he looked ready to charge into battle for me.

“No one. There’s no official policy or anything. But it’s one of those situations like professional sports or certain military positions where it’s easier to keep things…discreet.”

“Welcome to the twenty-first century, Sargeant Capo.” Caleb’s sarcastic tone made my chest pinch deep inside, somewhere near that under-used heart of mine. “There are gay SEALs, out minor leaguers in a number of sports, and more than a couple of pros and retired pros. The days ofneedingto stay closeted are over. So when you say easier, I have to ask, easier for whom?”

“Everyone.” I knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted, so I spoke faster. “You included. You’d be shielded from gossip that we started something as coworkers.”

“You don’t think that ship has sailed?” He gave me a razor-sharp look, one I had to glance away from to have any hope of continuing.

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