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“I’ll look into it.”
“Thanks.” She smiles, hops off the stool, and saunters down the hall. I watch her disappear into the bathroom.
There’s a crackling sound, then two beeps come from the corner of the living room. My eyes dart to the CB, and Sammy’s voice comes through the speaker. “Easton, come in. You there, Easton?”
Fuck. My eyes flash to the closed bathroom door. I storm over to the CB, picking up the receiver. “Yeah, I’m here.”
“You good up there? Think Jake is itchin’ to come home. I can haul him up there later—”
“Actually, I’m gonna need you to keep him a few more days. Got a lot of equipment out. Nails and sharp shit. Don’t want him around it.”
“All right then. You okay?”
“Yeah, hey, I gotta go. I’ll reach out in a few days.” I click off, drop the receiver, and then tear the plug from the wall.
“Hey, who are you talking to?”
I whip around. Callie is standing in the hallway, minus my sweatpants, her hair in a cute messy bun. “No one. Myself.”
“Oh, okay. Gonna steal another shirt since you ruined the other one.”
“Iruined? I remember you getting paint all over it.”
She shrugs. “I’ll be better with the next one.” She turns, pulling my shirt over her head, dropping it to the ground and giving me an excellent show of her peachy ass, and disappears into my room.
“Fuck.” I run my hands down my face. I’m playing a dangerous game here. I just hope I win in the end.
***
The car trip is a bust. Her locks won’t open for shit. Doesn’t help she cracked her key in the lock, but even trying to rig it open doesn’t work. We make our daily trip up the ravine to the cliff. Watching her stare off into the distance like she was meant to be here turns my need for her into an obsession, and I end up fucking her in the snow.
Now I have her sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire, making sure her sexy little ass doesn’t catch any frostbite.
“Easton?” she says, and I tuck her back closer to my chest.
“Yeah?”
“Where do you think we’d be right now if it weren’t for, well, you know. . .”
I inhale slowly, calculating the right answer. “I don’t know, Cal. Happy. I know that. We’d be together. That’s all that would have mattered.”
Her chest rises and falls. “Yeah.”
We’re silent for a moment until she turns in my arms. There’s sadness in her eyes. “Why the sad face?”
“You said you only have a few months left here. When you’re done, are you coming home?”
Her lips press together, waiting for my reply.
“Depends on what you mean by home.”
“What if I say home. To me?”
Heat spreads across my chest, and I swallow the lump in my throat. “Then I’d fucking be there.” I drop my mouth to hers. “Home isn’t a place for me, Cal. It’s wherever you are.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Stay. Stay with me until I finish the cabins.”
