“Yo, Dad? Are you there?” Kayce’s voice is tinny but unmistakable on the other end of the radio handset. About three things happen at once. Colt jerks away from me like he’s just burned himself on a hot stove. I spin around and double over the edge of the sink, gasping for air. The world rushes in like a freight train. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Whatever was just about to happen between us was most definitely going to happen, and I’m immediately scolding myself for being so forward. I shouldn’t have put Colt in that position.
