Page 180 of They Are Mine

“Nothing,” I admit. “Yet.”

“Oh, baby,” Noah laughs. “You’re off your game, aren’t you?”

Yes. And I hate it.

Elliot? Elliot just fucking chuckles. “Call me after lunch, baby doll. I want to know if he’s housebroken.”

God, I love them all.

And I will make them love Callum too.

If he’s worth it. If he survives me.

I pull up early, because I need to watch him first.

Scratch back some control.

People tell you who they are when they think no one is looking.

And Callum?

Callum is the kind of man who isn’t afraid of anything.

He sits there, arms draped over the chair, legs spread wide like he owns the fucking street.

Relaxed. But not in the peaceful way.

No, this is the kind of relaxed that only comes from two things.

Either he doesn’t fear a damn thing…

Or he doesn’t give a fuck.

Maybe both.

My stomach flutters.

Not nerves. No, I don’t get nervous.

It’s excitement.

Because if Callum is the latter?

He might be the one man I can’t break.

I check myself in the mirror.

Perfect, as always.

He doesn’t get his own version of me. He screwed himself out of that by being too damn forward.

His loss.

I slide out of my car, smooth my dress, and stroll toward him.

Sweet smile.

Perfect posture.

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