They don’t need to hear whatever we say to each other. “You
there?”
His reply fills my whole world, it’s so loud
in my ears. I sit back in the seat and press the headset close,
savoring each word. “I’m here,” he sighs. “I was hoping you’d be on
duty. God, Neal, I know you’re recording this—”
“It’s off,” I whisper. When he doesn’t
answer immediately, I close my eyes and feel the hint of a smile
tug at my lips. “It’s just you and me, babe. What’s on your
mind?”
“You.” It’s a breathy rush and I know
Dixon’s wrong, Dylan didn’tdump me for this mission, he
didn’t. There’s a grin in his voice when he says, “I miss
you something fierce, boy.”
Tears sting my eyes and I don’t trust myself
to reply. “It’s lonely out here,” he continues, soft in my
ears.
“It’s lonely here, too,” I sigh.
“Dylan, why—”
“Shh,” he admonishes, and I bite my
lower lip to keep it from trembling. “Let’s not talk about that