Caleb and I step out into the dusky evening. A cool breeze toys with the loose strands of my hair, and I shiver, drawing my coat tighter around me. The day's work clings to my muscles, a satisfying kind of exhaustion.
"Thanks for closing up with me," I say, glancing up at Caleb who walks beside me, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. His intense gray eyes catch the fading light, a hint of otherworldly secrets dancing within them.
"Of course, Emma," he replies, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate with the latent energy that always surrounds him. "It was a busy day. You shouldn't handle all this alone."
I smile, warmth blooming in my chest despite the chill. "And your ideas for the nursery... they were brilliant. I can't wait to see everything come together. It feels
