Page 54 of Callan

Come January, I’ll start a new job, go out for drinks and findmyself a friend with benefits.

I’ll need to have some fun before seriously thinking about a relationship again.

Callan makes no comments.

“Or the superintendent,” I suggest.

His attention snaps at me.

“Why the superintendent?”

“I don’t know. She’s the type of woman men easily get a crush on. And my first thought was that someone had broken into her apartment and gone through her underwear to pick up a piece of lingerie and take it home.”

He laces his fingers together.

“Do you still think it was him?” he asks.

I shrug.

“Mostly no.”

“Mostly?”

I nod.

“The super is a little creepy. But he’s married and seems oblivious to anyone outside his world. Although you can never tell with these people. Besides, the woman upstairs is married, too. And that hasn’t stopped her to… You know.”

His eyebrows slowly arch.

He’s cold like a bag of frozen peas. And not in the least jealous because the woman is a hot commodity for so many people.

Himself included.

I make a gesture as in never mind.

“So, who do you think it was?” he asks, his eyes tipped down, his lips sternly drawn together.

I look at them, mesmerized.

“Mackenzie?”

I swing my eyes up.

“Huh?”

“Who do you think it was?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

He sucks in a long breath, straightens, and leans back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest.

“Yes, I am.”

A few moments pass.

“Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Yes.”

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