“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you soon.”
Lock hung up to see a text from a local asking him to patch a hole in a wall. He was about to respond when Callie’s voice sounded.
“Did I hear right? Was that Antwan?”
Lock turned to see Callie’s lips still red from his kiss. Fuck, that made him want to kiss her all over again. He clenched hisfists to stop himself from grabbing her. “Yeah. He and Jesse are visiting in a couple weeks. Antwan might stay for a while.”
Callie’s brows shot up. She’d spent time with his team when she’d visited their base between missions. She knew all the guys.
“That’s great. It will be good to see them again.”
He stepped closer. “You know I’m sleeping on your couch again tonight, right?”
She shook her head. “The extra security should be in and—”
He touched her hip. “Please…one more night.”
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Fine. On one condition.”
“Anything.” He’d give this woman everything he owned if she asked.
“No more kisses…for now. Let’s just be friends for a while, like you suggested at the party.”
Could he do that? “That will be hard.”
“I know. I just…I want to go slow.”
Slow…that meant they were going forward. Hope lit his chest. “Slow it is.”
CHAPTER 15
Lock stepped back. Done. He’d spent the better part of the day installing a new window in Hamish’s living room. A window Hamish had ordered a while ago but never installed. The crack in the glass of the old one had apparently been there for almost a year. Usually just the glass could be replaced, but the wood had also been rotting, so he’d wanted the entire thing changed.
Lock was outside, having just finished the last of it.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a text.
Antwan: You better be excited to see my pretty face because I just started packing my shit. See you in a week.
Lock smiled. He was looking forward to seeing the guys. He just wished his entire team could make it. They’d gone from seeing each other every day to being too damn far from each other, but Lock was counting on seeing them soon.
Lock: Don’t know which pretty face you’re talking about, but I’ll get the spare rooms ready.
Antwan: You can’t have forgotten. You only looked at it every day for the last ten years. Try not to fangirl when you see me.
His lips twitched. Antwan joking around was a good sign.
He shoved his cell back into his pocket as footsteps sounded behind him.
“You’re finished.”
Lock turned to see Hamish. “I am. Was a pretty bad break in the glass. How’d it happen?”
A flash of anger passed over Hamish’s face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “Some jerks threw a r-rock at it.”
Thefuck? “Who?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
