Page 77 of Fragile Heart

“Perfect.”

I grin and then roll over, pinning her under me.

“Caleb!” she gasps.

And then she moans as I slide down her body.

Chapter Thirty-Four

ETHAN

My phone rings. I pull it from my pocket before the receptionist can pin her stare on me like she did the poor teen that was here half an hour ago. Caleb’s name on the screen has a ball of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Caleb almost always texts rather than calls. Unless something urgent came up. Did something happen with Cam?

I step out into the bland hallway of the Council’s office in Jackson and answer the call.

“What’s up?” I ask instead of offering a greeting.

“I just got called in,” he says.

Shit. That’s the second time this season they’ve overridden his reset.

There’s the sound of shuffling and then a muttered curse.

Caleb’s more frazzled this time. “You’re still in Jackson?”

“Yeah. For another hour at least.”

Because if the bloodwork comes back matching, I then get to sit in a chair on the other side of this damn building and figure out the bureaucracy of documenting it with the Council.

And after I’ve finally figured that out, it’s nearly an hour to get home. Two hours is too long if the frantic movements on Caleb’s side of the phone are any indication.

“Shit, okay. Mom’s covering at the hotel tonight.” And my parents are in Jackson, too, on a date. “All right. Let me call Emily. Is Cam’s bag still ready to go? By the time you get back here, it’ll be damn close to his bedtime.”

I lean against the wall and offer a gruff, “Should be.”

Though to be honest I haven’t actually looked at it for a while. Cam hasn’t needed an overnight with one of our families in a while.

“Good,” Caleb sighs. “That saves me time.”

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Southwest Colorado. Some jackass decided to set a bonfire in the middle of the fucking forest this morning without having anything to stop it once it was lit. It’s already burned almost ten thousand acres.”

Holyhell.

“Shit. You’re going to be gone for a while.”

He grunts. “Probably. Sam said we’re pulling in the LATs and probably running overnights.”

Fuck, he hardly ever runs overnights. The equipment is expensive and the pay is astronomical. Wherever this fire is must have the big government agencies worried.

“I need to text Brielle,” he sighs.

I shouldn’t ask. It’s Friday, and they’ve been wrapped up in each other since he got back yesterday. The question slips out of my mouth anyway.

“What’s going on with Brielle?”

There’s a long pause, and then he blows out a breath. “We were going to go out to the Outpost tonight once you got back.”

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