Page 98 of On The Rocks

Donovan watched her storm down the street through the bar’s windows. “I give it three months before she’s whoring for them.”

“Couldn’t give a fuck as long as she’s not darkening our door.” Callum turned me in his arms and lifted my chin with his forefinger. “You okay, wife?”

“Yeah,” I assured him. “I knew the showdown wouldn’t be nice. I just didn’t expect Saskia to be so angry. She must’ve really liked you.”

“She didn’t,” Donovan called over. “She just liked screwing the boss.”

Callum rolled his eyes. “Thanks, bro.”

“I almost feel bad for her,” I murmured. “I don’t like to see a sister in pain, even if she is a raging bitch. You were pretty mean to her.”

“Not until she acted like a cunt to you,” he pointed out. “She can say what she likes about me, I probably deserve it, but you don’t.”

“Awww,” I crooned. “Look at you being all chivalrous and protective. Any more exes I need to watch my back with?”

He grimaced. “Probably, but if any more crawl outta the woodwork, I’ll warn ya so you can get your armor at the ready.” He scrunched his face up playfully. “Sorry, baby.”

I puffed out an exasperated breath. “It’s okay. It’s not like I didn’t have any warning this time.”

Callum’s mouth twisted into a sexy smirk. “I’ll make it up to ya later.”

My eyebrow cocked seductively. “Yeah?”

His fingers curled around my hip, and he tugged me into his hard body, tipping his face toward mine and drawling, “Oh yeah.”

“Put Maeve down and get back to work,” Donny called over. “You’re opening tomorrow, and there’s hardly any fuckin’ furniture in the place.”

I felt my cell buzz from my pocket, and I went to fish it out while Callum retorted, “Alright, alright.”

I opened my notifications to see a message from Tristan:

Your dress just arrived. Come for a fitting and tell Uncle Trissy why Saskia just marched down the street with a face like she’d been sucking lemons instead of dick. Cracking the wine open now. Cara and Doe are here. Come!!! Stat!!!

I gavea little whoop and turned to grab my coat from a stool. “My dress for tomorrow is at the salon. I have to go try it on.”

Callum smirked. “Take pictures.”

“Nope,” I refused playfully, popping the P. “It’s a surprise. You won’t see it until tomorrow.”

“It’s like getting wed all over again,” he muttered.

“Sweet baby Jesus, don’t say that.” I gave a little shudder. “I hope this dress is better than that one.”

Callum chuckled before his eyes turned serious. “I’ll give Ned a quick call and tell her what just happened. We should record Saskia’s visit in case she makes any more trouble. Remember, she said we need to keep a paper trail.”

“Good idea.” I shrugged my coat over my shoulders. “Do you want me to bring coffee back?”

Donny held up his beer, his eyes still glued to his cell. “I’m good with this, thanks.”

“Same,” Callum agreed, walking me to the exit and opening the door for me.

“Call me if you change your mind,” I told him, walking into the street.

“Miss you,” my husband called after me.

I laughed, craning my neck to steal a final glance.

Callum O’Shea’s maleness hit me square in the chest the same way it always did.

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