Vox nodded in agreement and slid his hands into his pockets. He turned his gaze onto Cal, and his expression sombered. Jerking his head in the direction of the G-Wagon, the smile on Cal’s face slipped a notch as well.
“We, uh, gotta head back out, baby. I just wanted to come by and say hi since it’s been a few days.”
Vox gave me a little wave, then sauntered back around the car, hopping into the driver’s seat to wait for Cal.
Disappointment flooded my chest.
He was leaving again? Already?
I slipped my finger into his belt loop and tugged him into me. Wrapping his large hands around my hips, he dropped a happy little kiss on my forehead.
“How long are you going to be away this time?” I asked softly, my cheeks flushing slightly at how desperate I sounded.
God, I was so embarrassing.
Cal beamed down at me, clearly loving that the tables seemed to have turned, and I was now the one chasing him.
“I can’t be sure. I’m hoping soon, baby. Be patient with me. I promise I won’t stay away any longer than absolutely necessary. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m absolutelyobsessedwith you.”
I nodded, forcing down my protests, knowing he was doing his best and if he truly didn’t have to go, he wouldn’t.
“Okay. Just remember—no butt whores while you’re gone.”
He laughed in that open way he did, and I once again had that strange sensation that the whole world grew a little bit brighter.
“I promise, ginger snap. No butt whores.”
He kissed me one last time, and then he left me standing on the sidewalk, wondering when my life had been reduced to counting down the minutes until I could see him again.
Naomi was in the garden with me, helping me snip some hydrangeas for an arrangement when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, not even bothering to hope it was Cal since I wasn’t expecting to hear from him so soon after I had just seen him.
My heart leapt to my throat when I saw his name flashing up at me.
Cal Sex God Walker:
Hey, ginger snap. I just wanted to let you know you probably won’t hear from me for a few days. Everything is fine; I just won’t have access to my phone.
My blood turned to ice in my veins. I felt like I had fucking whiplash.
He was just here! Why was he texting me now, telling me he was going to be MIA for a few days? Swallowing and taking a deep, grounding breath, I typed back a reply.
Ryan:
Why won’t you have access to your phone? Can you call me?
Cal Sex God Walker:
Not right now, baby. I have to deal with some stuff. I’ll text you as soon as I can. Take care of Naomi for me while I’m gone. She gets lonely in that house by herself.
What the fuck? Why was he telling me to take care of his sister?!
Ryan:
What do you mean while you’re gone? This is still just work stuff, right?
Cal Sex God Walker:
Yeah. G2G. Talk soon <3
