Caleb returned a moment later, a frown on his face. Like they had some kind of mind link, Brandon stood immediately, sensing something was wrong. "What happened?" Caleb didn't even look shocked that he'd guessed. "The kitchen in one of my restaurants caught fire.""Fuck," Brandon muttered. I stood and went to him. "Have they called the fire department? Do you need us to come with you?" A smile spread across his lips. Small and sad, but a smile, regardless. "Aw. Are you worried about me?" I rolled my eyes. "Be serious." He sighed, and his shoulders fell. "Yeah, they have. The fire's been put out, but I have to be there. Damage control and shit." "You sure you don't need us there?" Brandon asked. "Nah, man. It'll be fine."He walked into the room and grabbed his keys, then paused near the door, his gaze flicking between the two of us.Then, a slow grin spread across his face."Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," he said."Get out," Brandon replied flatly.He laughed, then looked
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