“Sucks that it doesn’t.” She steps out of the kitchen and stops to bend over and give Skye a rub down before looking at me. “While I’m in bed I’ll keep scrolling the site, eventually we’ll come across him.”

“I hope so,” I say, and she rubs her lips together before standing to her full height.

“I’ll see you Saturday, but if you need me, call.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” she calls over her shoulder, then a second later I hear her door close.

Going to my room I pack a bag with my shower stuff, something to sleep in and clothes for work tomorrow, then head out of my bedroom and grab Sky’s leash off the door handle. Once I have her hooked up, I make sure that everything is shut down, and since I can hear the shower on in Leah’s bathroom, I lock up and head out with my bag over my shoulder. When I get downstairs to the lobby, I push the door open and lead Skye over to the small grassy area that’s designated for dogs.

As I watch her sniff around, my cell starts to ring, causing a flutter to fill the pit of my stomach when I take it out of my pocket and see Clay’s name on the screen. He’s called me a lot over the last few days, way more than I expected him to, and I appreciated him putting in the effort to keep in touch. Even if we were only to talk for a couple of minutes, those couple of minutes reassured me that he was missing me as much as I was missing him.

“Hey,” I answer and can hear a shuffling sound in the background.

“Hey baby, getting off the plane now. Are you at home?”

“Not yet, I’m waiting for Skye to potty then we will be on our way.”

“All right. I need to pick up my car from valet, so you’ll probably still beat me. Did you eat?”

“Did you?”

“I had dinner at the airport, but I want to make sure you ate something.”

“I ate.” I bite back a smile then scream when Skye barks and I’m practically knocked over as a weight crashes into me from behind, knocking my phone out of my hand and almost sending me to my knees.

“Fuck, Jeb no, down.” I hear Brodie command but that does nothing to stop Jeb from jumping up to greet me as I hear Clay roaring from my phone that is now on the grass.

“Calm, buddy,” I tell Jeb, grabbing his collar to try to control him as I pick up my phone. Once I have it in hand, I quickly put it to my ear. “I’m okay,” I tell Clay. I swear I hear him running. “It’s just Jeb and Brodie.”

“Fuck!” he shouts. “Do not fucking ever scare me like that again.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I remind him softly.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, causing my temper to flare.