Page 67 of Sheltered By Love

“Roofs damaged at the boat club,” Levi yells at me.

With a curse, I ditch the gun and have the door open in two seconds. The wind’s so strong he has to wrestle with the door while I wrench him inside.

When the door’s secure he flops onto the chair and looks like he just ran a marathon.

“That’s what the siren was for?”

He nods. “That and Garrett needed help with a power line that had fallen.”

Both of us are wearing grim expressions. Garrett’s still out there. “Did Jax show? He said he was blocked in?”

Levi nods. “He made it. On foot.”

Gotta love the crazy bastard.

Levi cocks his head at me. “We lost the camera. Didn’t you notice the feed had dropped?”

I wince. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I was too busy arguing with and then fooling around with Felicity.

This is turning into a soup sandwich and it’s all on me. Everyone else is out and I can’t even manage to watch a screen.

“Are you hurt?”

He shakes his head. “I just stopped in to let you know I’m going back to the fire station,” he says.

I grab a bottle of Jack off the counter and pour him a large serve. It’s the least I can do after he risked his neck for a mission I roped him into.

He chugs the glass in one just as Felicity appears in the kitchen. Her lips look swollen and her hair is tousled.

She won’t meet my eye as she stops on the threshold. Levi not only notices her come in, but he also sits up straighter and manages to crack a joke. “Just stopped by for a drink,” he says.

Even over the wind, I can hear the concern in her voice. “You’re going back out there?”

The words slip out of my mouth before I even need to think. “No. He’s not. I am,” I say.

Felicity

With just one look, Zane sends me a warning not to argue with him this time.

Even Levi’s protestations are ignored, as Zane gestures for Levi’s Blueskin Bay Fire Department jacket and disappears out the back door.

The second he’s gone, Levi takes it upon himself to ransack my refrigerator, reminding me I haven’t eaten either.

Neither has Zane.

Manners are seemingly forgotten as he pulls out cheese, ham, lettuce, mayo, and tomatoes, and piles them all onto a plate before grabbing a loaf of bread.

He grins at me, and it’s hard to feel he’s taking liberties. “You bring the plates and a knife we’ll have a picnic in my old room. It’s the quietest in the house. Unless you moved it, the old gas heater should be in there too.”

Levi spins on his heel and takes off with a cheeky wink. Since the idea of being in a quieter room is intriguing, I grab two plates and a knife from the draining board.

I reach the door and then decide to add a bag of potato chips and Whoopie Pies to our menu.

I manage to balance everything as I climb the stairs, trying not to cringe at the wind gusts rattling the roof.

When I get to the room in the middle of the hallway between the corner room and mine, Levi’s found an old rug and spread it on the floor.

His flashlight, cellphone, Zane’s laptop, and worriedly, a gun are all neatly lined up beside the loaf of bread.

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