Page 19 of Callum
“You’re welcome. Make yourself at home. I’m just going to jump into the shower, then I’ll be ready to go.”
Sweet baby Jesus, now she had to listen to running water while knowing he was naked in the shower. Great. “Okay.”
He moved out of the room, looking all power and strength as he went.
How would that power feel in—
Stop it, Fiona.
He’d just hit the staircase when he swung a look over his shoulder. The side of his mouth kicked up, like he knew exactly what she was thinking about. Then he kept moving.
Where was that hole she could bury her head in?
She exhaled loudly and took a sip of her coffee, humming in appreciation. What the actual heck? His coffee tasted good too?
One bad thing. That’s all I’m asking from you, universe.Something she could latch onto and use to remind herself she didn’t want to date Callum.
She spent the next fifteen minutes moving around his living room, covertly checking it out. Everything was neat and tidy. There were no old coffee mugs on the coffee table. No dirty dishes in the sink. It was as far from the bachelor pad she’d expected as possible.
It had masculine touches—the brown leather couch that was devoid of throw pillows, the PlayStation beside the TV—but it was still so neat.
She’d just stepped into the open office to the left side of the foyer and was eyeing the masculine art on the walls when the doorbell rang.
Her gaze shot to the entrance, her brows pulling together. She remained still, not wanting to answer a door to a house that wasn’t hers. But then a knock came. A firm one. Maybe it was the mailman with a delivery?
Quickly, she set her empty mug onto the desk and moved to the door. Her eyes widened when she pulled it open.
Not a mailman. A woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, wearing the tightest jeans Fiona had ever seen, andChrist, were the woman’s legs nice. She wore a top so cropped that her belly button ring was on full display, as was her cleavage at the top. Then there was her hair…gorgeous long brown hair, contrasted by piercing blue eyes.
Beautiful. She was beautiful. And hot.
The woman’s brows slashed together. “What are you doing here?”
Well, there was a mark against her. That wasn’t exactly a friendly hello. “I’m Fiona Lo—”
“I know who you are. I’ve seen you at the library. What are you doinghere?”
The woman knew her? Fiona had never seen this lady in her life, and she was pretty sure she’d remember. And what the heck was with the attitude?
The woman’s gaze moved behind Fiona, zeroing in on Callum’s suitcase. Her eyes narrowed, her back straightening. “Is that yours? Are you staying here?”
Who the hellwasthis woman? “That’s none of your business.”
At. All.
Another narrowing of her eyes.Yeah, narrow them all you want, woman. I said what I said.
Before she could respond, footsteps sounded on the stairs behind her. Then Callum’s heat permeated her back. “Hey, Kasey. Everything okay?”
The woman clearly wasn’t okay, but she scrambled for a smile. “Callum! I thought I’d just drop by and see if you wanted to grab something to eat?”
And there it was. The thing she’d asked the universe for. The reminder that this man was not safe to fall for because he had women likethisvying for him. And honestly, who would be able to say no to a woman who looked like this Kasey?
As if he heard her thoughts, a warm hand touched her back, and she had to fight to keep the touch from heating her cheeks. From seeping below the surface of her shirt and skin and finding every part of her that yearned for more.
“Sorry, Kasey. I’m going away for a few days. I’ll see you when I get back.”
Her eyes pinched, but to her credit, her smile didn’t falter. “Okay. Well, you know where to find me when you get back…just next door.”
