He picks it up from the other side.
We move to the next spot and get the panel in place.
Going through our routine, I switch the thinking side of my brain off and go into autopilot.
Falcon tells me whenever we need to do something different, and we get through it one panel at a time. By the time we’recloser to the end of the front side, we find out we’re going a little bit faster than the guys on the side we’re about to meet.
They’re maybe halfway done.
“This is our end, right?” I ask Falcon, knowing we have a few panels left to finish up.
The sky is starting to get dark and we’re finally on the section that links up the garden.
“Huh?” he asks, too busy tightening the final bolt on our fourth last panel.
“When we’re done with our side, we’re done for the day. Right?”
“Uh, yeah …” he murmurs, frowning as he moves toward me. “Why? What’s … Oh.”
He doesn’t look too pleased. The two guys installing the fence are taking almost twice as long as we did. If he lets them go on like that, they’ll be out here all night. Meanwhile, that means there’s a gap in our security.
“Fuck,” he mutters, giving me a guilty look.
“Don’t say it,” I tell him.
I’m so beyond tired. I just want to go back to Robin’s suite and pass out on the bed.
“We barely stopped for ten minutes to eat around lunchtime, and my bruises from moving those damn panels have their own bruises. I’m not working on another side to get this stupid fence finished faster.”
I stretch a little bit and Falcon nods.
“I won’t say it.”
“You won’t?”
He shrugs. “Come on, we’ve got a few panels to finish.”
“Great.” I follow him to the next panel, and we get moving.
It’s easier to keep going now that I know when we’ll be done.
We might even get to see our mates before we go to bed tonight.
That’s the thought that keeps me going.
This job is a pain in the ass, but it’s not forever.
We’re almost done. I can’t wait.
Chapter One Hundred-Fifteen
Falcon
The hours have flown by since we’ve been out here, and looking back on the work we’ve done, it feels like a real accomplishment. I know Shayne doesn’t feel the same, but I knew if I didn’t do something to keep him occupied that he might start thinking about what comes next.
Despite my best efforts, he thought about it.
I don’t know how to explain that I’m following fate’s path for us.
