Page 49 of Major Love

I hold off for another minute before dialling her number and pacing the office.

When the call goes to voicemail I curse and immediately hit redial.

But after attempt number three I sigh and send her a more detailed text, asking her to let me know when she’ll be home so that we can reorganise our weekend plans.

And then a deep voice sounds out behind me.

“You trying to wear the carpet out or something?”

I glance over the curve of my shoulder to see Beckett standing with his arms folded in the doorway.

Then I drop my eyes back to my phone, thatdeliverednotification making my chest clench painfully.

I’m going to leave her a voicemail later, to make sure that nothing gets lost in translation here, because there’s genuinely nothing I’d rather do than spend my weekend doing anything with Sunday.

And when I say anything, I mean anything.

I pocket my phone and come back to the present moment, my mind on the rest of the tables that we’re going to be hauling.

“Forgot what it was like to have a work-life balance,” I tell him honestly, swiping a palm back through my hair before tipping my chin at him to move out of the way.

He falls into step beside me as we start trudging back to the main area of the bar.

It’s all wood and fucking beautiful – renovated exactly how Casey wanted it.

And I really want this plan to work for him, for more reasons than one.

“Is it the woman?” Beckett asks as we leave the back corridor, entering the main space.

“Yeah,” I admit, glancing at the bar’s countertop that we just fit this morning.

I give it a sturdy shove with my palm, ensuring that we’ve secured it well enough.

And it doesn’t move an inch.

Satisfying as fuck.

“What’s the deal there?” he continues.

For a long moment, I don’t say anything.

I squint as I look out of the front entrance, the snow outside bringing in a light chill. Then I scrape my palm down my stubble and watch him.

“Honestly, man? You don’t wanna know.”

He rolls his eyes. “Hit me.”

I snort. “Don’t even tempt me.”

He smirks and shakes his head before jerking his thumb toward the town square.

Just like that, the subject’s dropped. And I appreciate that about Beckett.

“Wanna hit up the diner before we finish in here?” he asks. “It’s already after two.”

It’s so light and airy in the snow-covered town square that we’ve been losing track of time. And by the time that Mitch is back with more tables we’re going to need all of the energy we can get to haul them in here.

I nod. “Sure. I’ll let Mitch know that we’re over there.”

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