I liked talking to Tyler. I just didn’t like talking to Tyler when it meant it took away from talking to Josh. I knew this was wrong. I knew it was unhealthy. And I also couldn’t stop myself from feeling this way.
I hit the Answer Call button and got up and went out to the sweltering sunbaked driveway, out of earshot. “Hey, babe.”
“Hi, Kris. What are you doing?”
“Hanging out with Josh in the garage. What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to see you. Eight days.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
Yes. Eight days. Then it would be the Tyler Show I was watching.
“I know. I can’t wait,” I said, forcing enthusiasm. I studied a crack in the driveway and rolled my foot over a dandelion growing from the crevice, smooshing it onto the concrete, bleeding yellow and green.
“Have the cops gotten back to you? Any updates?”
Once the danger had been neutralized by Josh’s presence in my guest room, I came clean to Tyler about the attempted break-in. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”
“And Josh is keeping his hands to himself?” he asked.
I gazed into the garage and Josh’s eyes flickered away from me like he’d been watching.
I wondered if Josh ever thought of me the way I thought of him, or if my attempts to turn him off were successful. He seemed to enjoy my company, but he never crossed any lines with me. That was a good thing. Because if he ever did, I’d have to make him leave. Permanently.
“Josh is very well behaved,” I said, telling the truth. “I mean, I wouldn’t have even agreed to this if he wasn’t Brandon’s best friend. He was prescreened.” All true.
I left out the part that I had a major crush on him and was enjoying my time with him more than I should.
“What does that guy look like anyway?” Tyler asked.
“Josh? Hot fireman.” No point in lying to him. He’d see for himself soon enough. And Tyler was never shocked by my bluntness.
“Not hotter than me, I hope.” He was giving me that cocky grin of his right through the phone. The guy knew he was gorgeous. He didn’t sound particularly worried.
“It’s kind of a crapshoot, actually. The two of you would really rake it in at one of those ‘save the children’ fund-raisers where the guys get auctioned off.”
I’d go broke at that fund-raiser. For the kids, of course.
He laughed. “Well, tell him I appreciate him looking out for you until I get home.”
“I will. So what’s going on over there?” I wanted to change the subject away from Josh.
“Oh, I’ve got a story for you, actually.”
I arched an eyebrow. Tyler’s stories were great. “Montgomery?”
“Hansen,” he said.
He had two buddies over there, Montgomery and Hansen, who never failed to produce good stories.
“Hansen just got back from leave. You won’t believe what this guy did.”
“Tell me,” I said.
He launched into an animated story about Hansen’s exploits and I smiled, remembering why Tyler and I were able to make a two-year long-distance relationship work. He was great on the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief that I felt drawn in again and wasn’t impatient to hang up and get back to Josh.
“He’s got three squad cars and a Bentley parked in front of his house at three in the morning,” he said.
“Fucking Hansen.”
“I know. He had pictures of the whole thing.” I could imagine him shaking his head, those piercing green eyes laughing. “The guy kills me.” He chuckled.
I sighed. “What are you gonna do when you’re not hanging out with these guys anymore?” Both Hansen and Montgomery had reenlisted.
He went quiet for a beat too long. “We’ll stay in touch. I’m not worried about it.” But something in his tone had flattened. “Hey, I was thinking we could take a trip to Spain when I get back. I’d love to show you where I lived when I was a kid.”
We talked for a few minutes about Spain. Then the phone muffled, like he was talking to someone else. “Kris, I need to get going. I’ll give you a call in a few days.”
“Tyler?”
“What’s up?”
I shot a look at Josh. “I really need you to come home. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Kris. Talk to you in a few days.”
We hung up and I stood in the driveway for a moment, looking in at Josh.
I did miss Tyler. The thing was, even though I missed him, I couldn’t really remember him.