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“Well, just be smart about it and you’ll be okay.” He glares at me. “You know, no more sneaking off to midnight rendezvous together…”
I blink. “You saw that?”
“I might have.”
“Crap…” I eye him closely. “How much did you see?”
He holds up his hands. “I didn’t see anything. Just him pulling you out of bed… and you coming back a half-hour later looking like you just committed murder.”
My shoulders sink. “This is bad.”
He smirks. “But I guess it hasn’t been all bad, right?”
I roll a fist and slam it against his shoulder. He winces with painful laughter and moves his hands up to block the second hit.
“I’m sorry.” He laughs. “I couldn’t resist.”
I settle back, letting my fingers relax. “It was a good line, though, wasn’t it?”
Fox nods. “He really likes you, Caleb.”
“I know.”
“Don’t break his heart too hard.”
“What makes you think I will?”
“I’d answer that,” he says, “but you’d probably hit me again.”
“Fair enough.” I sigh. “I’ll spare you the pain.”
“Thank you.”
He lies down on his cot and closes his eyes.
My ankles bounce, plagued with a nervous jitter that I haven’t been able to shake for days and that little kiss on the cheek just made it so much worse.
“Hey, Fox,” I say. “You hungry?”
He smirks, eyes still closed. “Just go.”
I stand up and slide my boots on.
“Caleb.”
“Yeah?”
He peeks out at me through one open eye. “Be smart,” he says.
I look down to hide the blush invading my cheeks. “I will.”
Fox closes his eyes, but his smirk remains as I step outside into the camp.
Dusk eases into the sky, painting the golden sand a deep shade of blue. A bustle of laughter and voices draws me toward the other side of camp where most have gathered for what passes as dinner around here, Boxcar included.
He sits alone, as usual, gazing at his laptop screen. It reflects off his lenses and as I drift closer, I notice the satellite feed glaring back at me.
I ease into the seat across from him without saying a word. His expression doesn’t change. I wait a few moments to see if it does. I expect him to smile back at me as he closes the laptop and perhaps fold his hands together in front of him to hide the red in his face. But he doesn’t.
