Page 114 of Love Me Stalk Me

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"Well, Easter is still an important holiday."

His eyes study my face as though trying to read something there.

"You should call him," I say, shrugging. "Before next Sunday. Maybe you guys could talk."

He exhales, looking away. "Yeah. Maybe."

I nod, letting the silence settle for just a moment. Because I think he might actually be considering it. And I don't know why that makes me feel like I did something good.

"So," I say, trying to steer us into calmer waters. "What do you even do for fun? Since I ruined your Friday night, I feel like I should make it up to you."

Callahan lifts a brow. "You didn't ruin anything. I told you, I made the choice to stay."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, but still. What does Callahan do for fun on weekends?"

He leans back slightly, looking way too relaxed. "Not much."

"Define ‘not much.’"

He shrugs. "I work out. Cook for the week."

I narrow my eyes. "That's it?"

"Pretty much."

I gape at him. "You don't go out? Drink? Have a little fun?"

His expression shifts slightly, and I know I've just said something wrong. The air in the room seems to cool by several degrees.

"I don't really drink," he says, voice even. "Not after what happened with my mom."

Oh.

Oh, shit.

I instantly regret it. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry.”

A subtle change crosses his face—curiosity, maybe concern—but it’s gone almost as fast as it appears.

"You apologize a lot, you knowthat?"

I press my lips together. "Well, yeah, I?—"

He tilts his head. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You say sorry like it's a reflex," he says, watching me. "Like you think you have to. Even when you didn't actually do anything wrong."

I open my mouth. Close it.

I scoff. "Jeez. Everyone in my life is trying to work on my self-esteem these days."

He deadpans. "Can't imagine why."

I huff, shaking my head. "First Amanda, then you, then Caleb."

Callahan furrows his brows. "Who's Caleb?"

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