Chapter 17

It was a few minutes after midnight, so technically, the next day. His lips curved into a small smile. Was it too late to call? Before he talked himself out of it, he dialed and held his breath.

“Hello?” Lucas sounded sleepy. And sexy.

Caleb’s heartbeat picked up. “Hey, did I wake you?”

“Not really. Just watching a documentary on TV. Well, really just listening, to be honest.”

“Documentary? What’s it about?” Caleb asked, genuinely interested.

“Baseball.”

“That’s great!” Caleb grabbed his remote and turned on the television. “What channel?” he asked as he stuffed another pillow under his head to elevate himself.

“No, sorry, it’s not live. I rented it through On Demand.”

“Oh,” Caleb said, clicking off the TV. “Well, is it any good?”

Lucas was quiet for so long, Caleb thought he might have hung up. “It is,” Lucas finally answered, his voice a whisper, “but I’m having trouble concentrating on it.”

Caleb smiled. “Why?”