Page 76 of Callan

Honestly, I hoped someone had made a mistake. I’m not dealing with brainiacs here or people obsessed with committing the perfect crime.

These are opportunistic crooks who won’t be giving up their hedonistic ways of living. That’s why I’m sure someone has made a mistake.

Her bedroom is empty of people, so I move my eyes over the window sill before I glance outside.

A glimmer of light glows down below.

Holding a drink, I walk to the second window.My men are not gone. They’re just hiding. They’re still watching the street, surveilling the cars, and looking for anything suspicious.

A long sigh leaves my chest.

“Is everything all right?” a voice echoes behind me, and I stifle my first reaction.

Sneaking up on me like this has often gotten people killed.I turn around, smiling and bringing my drink to my lips.

Carmen searches my eyes.

“Are you staying?” she asks simply.

Taking a sip, I ponder the best answer.

“Are you free tonight?” I ask.

Relaxed, she sashays to me.

“As you can see,” she murmurs, closing the space between us and looping her arms around my neck.

Her chest presses into my torso.

I feel the warmth of her touch sliding down past my belt, and my flesh reacts, but my mind goes to another woman.

The one living downstairs.

That’s some weird shit I need to take care of at some point.

I put my drink down and grab her hand.

Smoothly I remove it from my fly.

“I have to be someplace tonight. So it won’t work for me. Besides, your place is crammed with people.”

Tilting her head to the side, she shoots me a taunting smile.

“What about you stop by a little later when you’re done?” She sultrily bites her lip. “You know I usually go to sleep late. I’ll wait for you until you’re done with, uh… whatever has been holding your attention lately.”

Her insinuation comes with a knowing smile.

She gently reminds me that I haven’t fucked her since that tragic night when her husband unexpectedly returned and almost caught us in the act.

She doesn’t mind the other women in this story.

Because she doesn’t want me to be asking about the other men in her life.

Hell, it’s not even my place to ask her about that.

Her husband needs to grill her about the other men in her life.

As I said before… Weird people.

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