Page 56 of Falcon’s Forever

“You should,” I agree.

He steps outside, and I begin closing the door.

“Cara?” he calls.

I stop with my hand on the edge of the door. “Yes?”

Falcon turns back to me. “I meant what I said earlier. You don’t have to carry the women alone either.”

My chest tightens. “I don’t.”

“You try to,” he says gently.

He isn’t wrong, and I hate that he isn’t wrong.

“They need someone,” I argue.

“They have you,” Falcon reminds me. “They also have Frankie, each other, Knox, Sterling, and the whole club.”

He pauses before adding, “And they have me, if they’ll accept my help.”

Something inside me cracks a little.

“You can’t save everyone, Falcon,” I tell him.

“I know,” he replies.

I hold his gaze. “Do you?”

“I’m working on that one, too,” he admits.

I shake my head, but there’s no frustration behind it this time. “Goodnight, Falcon.”

“Goodnight, Cara,” he says.

I close and lock the door behind him. Then I stand there with my hand resting on the latch for longer than I intend to.

“You know I can see you,” Frankie says from behind me.

I close my eyes. “Please go away.”

“No,” she replies cheerfully.

I turn around. Frankie is leaning against the hallway wall with her arms folded.

“You were eavesdropping,” I accuse.

“I was walking toward the kitchen,” she claims.

“You stopped,” I point out.

“Because it got interesting,” Frankie explains.

“You’re terrible,” I tell her.

“I know.” She smiles without an ounce of remorse.

I head back to the kitchen, and she follows and picks up one of Harrier's sandwiches while I sit at the table. "He looks better," she says.