But I don’t think that rule applies to Caleb.
He kisses Ellie goodbye, and I finally break out of my trance.
“Be safe,” she says.
“I will. I promise,” he tells her seriously.
He waves goodbye to Sonny.
And then stalks his way toward me.
I straighten my spine and tell myself to chill the fuck out. But the smirk on his face suggests I’ve overdone it.
“You alright there, Hart?” he teases, noting the plate in my hand that I’m still clutching. “You look tense.”
Get it together, Piper. Jesus wept.
I slot the plate into the dishwasher and arch my back as I do it. I’m almost bent over backward—a position we both want me to be in right now.
I feel his eyes on my ass and get an exhilarating high out of it. This isn’t just Caleb Rourke. This isfiremanCaleb Rourke.
At my service.
He wishes.
“Congratulations, Hart. You know how to load a dishwasher.”
I waggle my brows and hope I can survive this encounter without blushing.
He sighs. “Let me have your number so I can update you on what time I’ll be home tomorrow morning.”
“Six AM. Didn’t you already tell me that?” I tilt my head. Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Or are you thinking with other parts of your anatomy now?”
A dark smile plays on his lips. “People who work in emergency services rarely finish on time.” Another smile. “Here. Pass me your phone. I’ll update you in the morning so I know whether I need to call Grace for cover if I’m not back before your shift.”
Perfect Grace.
I hobble over to the bench and grab my phone, but he snatches it out of my grasp before I’m even ready to type in his number. Ideleted his old number a week after he left. It was the only hope I had for getting over him…
He navigates over to my contact list.
And freezes.
“What is it?”
Something feathers in his jaw—an expression both equally delicious and worrying.
He stares a while longer at the screen before showing it to me.
Oh…
His contact is already saved to my phone…
As “Anonymous.”
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