Page 82 of Disarm
Caleb.
I know it’s him by the way my stupid heart does that little jump, like it’s sixteen and overly dramatic.
I finish twisting the wire nut, push the neatly bundled wires back into the panel, and step outside the kitchen to check it. Sunlight hits my face, warm and bright.
Caleb
You still alive or did a rogue ceiling beam take you out.
I huff a laugh.
Miguel
If a ceiling beam takes me out, I expect you to avenge my death, pretty boy.
Caleb
By seducing your murderer?
Miguel
…we are so gonna unpack that later.
Caleb
Kidding.
Mostly.
You busy?
I glance back inside. My partner for today’s job, Leo, is still fishing cable through the wall. He doesn’t need hand-holding for the next few minutes.
Miguel
Taking five.
Why? What’s up?
There’s a longer pause this time and I lean against the side of the house, wiping my hands on my work pants, watching a crow hop along the fence like it owns the place.
Caleb
Got the schedule for next week.
Next away game is @ the University of Nevada, Reno.
Coach says we leave Thursday, game is Friday, back early Saturday.
Out of state.
My first thought is, Okay, cool, road trip. Then the grown-up thought kicks in, reminding me I’ve got a full slate of jobs this week and a crew depending on me.
Miguel
Big boy trip, huh?
How you feeling about that?
