She shrugs. “She is not.” She smiles like she’s messing with me.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. You, Reeves, are protective of each other.”
“Yeah. Well. I know my guys. I can’t have her messing things up.”
She is grinning at me with her cheek full of the Milky Way, and she looks at me sideways with the small grin she does when she is about to give me a thing. “Sounds familiar.”
I put my hands up. “Okay. Okay. If she dates anyone on the team, I will not say a word.”
She nods. “Okay. Now, you’re being fair.”
“Do not tell her that I said that, though. I don’t need her to get any ideas.”
“Oh, I am going to tell her.”
“Lucy,” I warn.
She nods. “I’m definitely going to tell her.”
I reach over, grab her ribs, and start tickling her. She yelps and falls back onto the bed. Her hair splays on the comforter behind her. She’s holding the wrapper of the Milky Way in her right hand and laughing at the ceiling. My head spins as I watch her. I don’t know how the hell I can keep these feelings in my chest any longer. If I can’t voice them, I have to get them out somehow. I lean over her jerky body and plant a kiss on her face.
I meant to kiss her on the temple, but my lips land on her mouth instead because she turned her head to me a half-second before my mouth lands. Her hand comes up to the back of my neck. The Milky Way wrapper crinkles in her right hand. She kisses me back. I shift my weight over her. My hand finds her waist over the t-shirt. My mouth slides down to the side of her neck.
“Benson,” she giggles. “Not here.”
“Why not?”
She lets out a Camdenth.
“I love your tiny bed.” I kiss her. “We have the entire place to ourselves.” I kiss her again. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” I kiss her.
Then my phone rings in my back pocket. We both freeze.
Lucy looks up at me. “You can get that.”
I reach into my back pocket and pull the phone out. The screen saysBlue.I sit up. Blue doesn’t call. Blue calling means something’s wrong.
Lucy sees the screen over my shoulder. She sits up too. Her face has dropped the small smile it had thirty seconds ago and gone to the small careful version.
I swipe to answer.
“Bluey.”
“Hey, Reeve.”
“Yeah,” I say.
“I need you to come to the house right now.”
I sit up the rest of the way. “What’s going on?”
He whispers, “Melly’s here.”
My brain takes a half-second to catch up. “Melly?” I question, and remember Stan brought her up last night. “Isthere.”
“Yeah. I thought you’d be home by now, but I need help. It’s May Day. May Day.”
