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He also didn’t scare easily. When he wanted something, he damn well chased it until he had it.
They stepped inside the Blue Halo building and climbed the stairs to their office. Cassie, Aidan’s partner, smiled at them from behind the desk. “Hey, boys. You bring me a coffee?”
Callum slid the second to-go cup across the desk.
Her smile widened. “This is why I work here.”
Aidan scoffed from the doorway. “Excuse me?”
She swiveled in her chair, lifting a shoulder. “You’re the second reason.”
Aidan growled, and when he moved in on Cassie, Callum took that as his cue to get the hell out of there. He reached the hall just as Aidan’s lips swooped onto Cassie’s. He liked that his friend was happy, but he didn’t need a front-row seat.
Callum settled behind his desk. He loved his job. The security business had become his life, and he was damn grateful to get to see and work with his team every day. They’d been thrown together by Project Arma against their will but amongst the wreckage had found family. Which was important to him, seeing as he only had his father, who lived in Seattle, and they weren’t close.
He logged onto his computer and checked his schedule. A couple of cases to look into and some background checks to do. He’d always had a knack for technology and hacking, so when the team needed a tech guy, he’d been keen to take on the role.
He spent the next couple hours responding to job inquiries, setting up meetings with clients, and completing a background check for a job. It had just hit one o’clock, and he was about to get up and go to the workout room when his phone vibrated from the desk. Immediately, his lips stretched into a smile at the sight of the text.
Fiona: Were you being serious about the wedding thing?
He leaned back in his seat.
Callum: No.
Then he quickly typed to add…
Callum: But only about the part where I said I thought it would be fun. I don’t think that. I think it would be damn amazing.
The two of them together for a prolonged period of time? Hell yeah, it would be amazing.
* * *
Callum:No.
Fiona’s heart dropped, and the tingly feeling that had been tumbling around her belly since she’d decided to text him died.
She tossed her phone facedown onto the coffee table in her living room and scrubbed her hands over her face. What had she been thinking? Had she really asked Callum, a man who was basically a stranger, to be her pretend boyfriend at a family wedding?
Crazy. She was crazy.Of coursehe hadn’t been serious. Someone should just kill her and get it over with because she couldn’t show her face around him again.
With a long, pained exhale, she reached for her phone. It vibrated before she could touch it, and she snatched her hand back.
Had Callum just sent another text? Why? To tell her she was as crazy as she felt? To offer to dig the hole for her body because he knew she couldn’t live with the embarrassment?
Slowly, like the phone was a bomb that might detonate, she wrapped her fingers around it and lifted so she could see the screen.
Callum: But only about the part where I said I thought it would be fun. I don’t think that. I think it would be damn amazing.
Holy Jesus, Mary and Joseph. She was reading the text wrong, right? She’d tangled his words into what she wanted to read rather than what was actually in front of her?
Fiona: You’re saying you’ll go with me?
His response was instant.
Callum: Yeah, Fi. I’d love to be your date for your sister’s wedding.
Her heart pitter-pattered so hard in her chest it was like it was trying to break free.
