After dinner, Talon was helping me load the dishwasher when his phone started buzzing on the counter. I checked the screen, handing it to him. “It’s Jake.”
Talon’s expression shifted, the warmth in his eyes dimming as he took the phone from my hand. He glanced at me briefly before answering, his voice low and guarded. “Jake.”
I watched him closely, my stomach knotting as I tried to read his face. He was silent for a long moment, his jaw tightening with every word Jake said on the other end of the line. Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”
He hung up and slid the phone in his pocket, avoiding my gaze for a beat too long. My heart sank.
“What is it?” I asked, sounding meeker than I intended.
He finally looked at me, his green eyes shadowed. “N
