Dylan clasped the phone in his hand and attempted to soothe his frayed nerves. He hoped it would relieve Heaven to hear from him. If not, she’d be so pissed he’d get a good a*s chewing. While she’d never yelled at him before, he’d done nothing as reckless as taking off and leaving her to wonder. If the roles were reversed, he’d feel the same.
His eyes traced over the photograph of Heaven hanging on the wall inside the family room. Each second he concentrated on it, he ached to be home, holding her close.
At least he’d be home in the morning before she woke. Layne was with her. He’d keep her safe until he returned.
As he slid his finger across his phone, he flipped through his contacts and tapped the first number on the screen. Heaven’s new cell number. The line rang once, then her voice
