Becket cursed.
“Anyway. That’smyproblem. I’ll head down there now.”
No. It was everyone’s problem.
He hung up and radioed his team again. Once it was confirmed everyone was packed up and in the other engine, he and Teddy left.
Back at the station, Becket took a quick shower before heading to his office to write up the incident. A lot of people thought firefighters were always in the thick of the action, but that was a lie. Every incident had to be written up, and all the paperwork took hours. Some weeks, he spent way more time in front of his computer than putting out fires.
He was halfway through the report when he glanced at his phone for the hundredth damn time. He hadn’t seen Sky since the dinner with her parents and Tony last weekend. They’d exchanged numbers after everyone left, but neither had used them…yet.
Fuck it.
Becket: Are you avoiding me, Peaches?
Her response was immediate.
Sky: No more than usual.
Becket: Still processing my earth-shattering kiss?
Sky: Still processing the loss of my tree.
Becket: You really need to move past that. It’s not healthy to hang on to things for so long.
Sky: What’s not healthy is telling my parents that I was too shy to ask you out a month ago because you’re the fire chief. Talk about a big ego.
Becket: Nothing wrong with a healthy ego.
Sky: If you were with me right now, you’d be witnessing an eye roll.
Becket: I’d actually like to see that eye roll. Tonight?
Sky: Tonight I’m going out.
Becket: Where?
Sky: None of your business.
Becket: I’m your boyfriend, of course it’s my business.
Sky: Fake boyfriend, so no, it isn’t.
Becket: If you don’t tell me where you’re going, I might just get worried and call your parents looking for you.
Sky: You wouldn’t. You don’t even have their number.
Becket: I would, and I do. Your mom was all too happy to give it to me at dinner the other night. I think she’s really warming up to me.
The three dots popped up then disappeared. His lips tugged up. He could just imagine the frustration on her face.
Sky: Fine. I’m going to CJ’s with a friend, so no need to overreact and call my mother like a psycho.
Becket: Now it’s not very nice to call your boyfriend names, is it?
Sky: I’m not replying anymore.
Becket: It’s always so nice chatting with you, Peaches.
