Page 119 of All of Me

“You don’t think they…” she says, trailing off with an air of playful curiosity.

I glance at her, letting out a laugh. “Sabrina and Will? No way. That would be crazy.”

“Would it?” she presses, tilting her head.

“Yes,” I say firmly, shaking my head. “Sabrina doesn’t put up with anyone’s nonsense, and Will? He’s nothing but nonsense.”

Callie hums thoughtfully, looking back toward the house as it disappears from view. “She looked a little flustered,” she muses.

“She was annoyed,” I counter. “There’s a difference.”

“Maybe,” she says, but the glint in her eye tells me she’s not entirely convinced.

The van is quieter without Barrett, though Ruby’s babbling fills the space easily enough. I glance at Callie as we head home. Her hand rests on my arm, grounding me in that way only she can.

“You’re overthinking it,” she says lightly, her smile soft and knowing.

“Probably,” I admit, squeezing her hand before returning it to the wheel.

I focus on the road, a glimpse of Will leaning toward Sabrina, saying something that made her roll her eyes, lingers in my mind. There was a hint of a smile on her lips too.

Crazy, I think again. Absolutely crazy.

But I let it go. With Callie’s hand on my arm and the girls filling the van with laughter, whatever’s happening back there is not my concern. Not yet, anyway.

The clang of tools being tossed into the truck bed echoes through the empty lot as Will stretches his back with a groan. “Thank God that’s the last of it,” he mutters, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

I pull off my gloves, tossing them onto the dash before leaning against the truck. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the site, and the faint hum of machinery in the distance is the only sound breaking the quiet.

“Never thought I’d be so happy to leave West Haven behind,” I say, glancing at the half-finished building behind us. “As much as I appreciate the owner giving Callie and I a cabin after the wedding, I feel like I’ve been paying for it ever since.”

Will chuckles, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler. “Place feels cursed. Every damn fitting was a fight.”

“Not to mention the overtime,” I add, shaking my head. “I’ve barely seen Callie and the kids the last couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, well, at least you’ve got something good to go home to,” Will replies, his tone casual but with a hint of an edge.

I glance at him, narrowing my eyes. “And what about you? What’ve you been going home to?”

He shrugs, twisting the cap off his water. “Same as always.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, crossing my arms. “Except you’ve been spending a hell of a lot of time over at Sabrina’s lately.”

Will freezes for just a fraction of a second before taking a long drink of water. “Didn’t realize you were keeping tabs on me, Klein,” he says, smirking as he leans against the truck.

“I’m not,” I counter, raising an eyebrow. “But Barrett’s got a big mouth. He mentioned something about you hanging out on Sabrina’s porch on more than one occasion.”

Will snorts. “Kid needs to work on his poker face.”

I don’t let up, stepping closer and crossing my arms. “So? What’s the deal? You don’t exactly strike me as the ‘just dropping by’ type.”

He tilts his head, watching me for a moment before sighing. “Look, it’s not what you think.”

“I didn’t say I was thinking anything,” I reply, though my curiosity is definitely piqued.

Will rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I say, leaning back against the truck.

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