Page 45 of Edge of Heaven

What did I ever see in this guy?

I just want to go to bed and escape everything. Except I don’t sleep for shit when I’m with Callum.

Oh, well, there’s no help for that now.

Four more months and it’ll be over.

I cling to that thought, keeping a mental countdown that helps me get through each day.

They talk around me for a while, and I realize I’m starting to get sleepy. It’s late, I’ve had a long day, and I know I won’t get a lot of sleep because I’m not holding out hope that Callum won’t want sex.

“Ready to go?” he asks me when I inadvertently yawn. It’s nearly three in the morning and I’ve been on the go all day. Even though I slept well last night. It’s probably the last good night’s sleep I’ll get until the next time I’m in L.A. Which isn’t for another three weeks.

“I’m tired,” I admit.

“Well, we’re not going to sleep just yet,” he murmurs against my ear. His voice is low and husky, something that turned me on when we first met. Now it’s just a stark reminder that he isn’t Mick.

Mick.

He squeezed my hand before we separated at the airport, promising we’ll find a way to spend a little time together, even if it’s only when Callum is on stage.

It’s not a lot of time, but it’s better than nothing.

I was tired and tipsy, but I smile every time I think about falling asleep in his arms. How safe and relaxed I was. No pressure to do anything. Not even talk. It’s a distinct difference from how it is with Callum.

It takes almost another hour to leave the party because Callum has to stop and talk to almost everyone. The way he can make people feel like they’re the most important person in the world to him is one of the things that makes him so charismatic. Too bad not one iota of it is genuine.

“You lied to me, baby doll.” Callum says as he closes the door of our hotel room behind us and leans against it, arms folded over his chest.

“What?” I’d been so lost in thought, my head snaps up in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me Mick was doing that photo shoot with you.”

“Because I didn’t know until I arrived,” I say, which is the truth.

“Uh huh. But we texted the whole time you were gone and you never once mentioned it.”

“Yeah, I was feeling really good about those pictures you sent me of other women sucking your dick!” I snap.

His expression doesn’t change. “I told you what would happen if you went away twice in one month. One hundred percent honesty on my end. I wasn’t trying to hide anything. You, on the other hand, kept it a secret.”

“I didn’t lie about anything!” I protest, an uneasy feeling settling in my gut.

“Lies of omission are still lies.” His dark eyes gleam, and I know whatever comes next isn’t going to be good. Not for me anyway. “And liars have to be punished.”

Fuck.

I glare at him. “I’m not a child. You don’t get to punish me for some perceived slight.”

“It’s not perceived. It’s fact. Mick was there, and you neglected to tell me.”

“What difference does it make?” I demand. “We did another shoot for them four years ago. It’s not like we’re friends.”

“But you used to be more,” he says.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

How the hell does he know about Mick and me?

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