Page 46 of Callum
Sorry to run out, I had an early meeting. Come into Blue Halo anytime today and we’ll look into that number. Hope you slept well. I certainly did. Cal x
Oh Lord. The man was too good. Ha. Like that word even did him justice.
She spent the next half hour getting ready. She’d just pulled her shirt on when a knock sounded at the door, and she already knew who it would be. Jenny. Her friend only lived a street away, so if they were scheduled to start at the same time, they went into work together. She was a bit early, but at least Fiona wasn’t half undressed and running late today. That happened way too often.
She pulled the door open to find a beaming Jenny on the other side, tray of coffee in her hand. “Hey, stranger! I missed you.”
Fiona chuckled. “I was only gone the weekend.”
“I know. It really made me realize how boring this town is without you.” She pulled Fiona into a tight one-armed hug before coming into the house and lowering the coffees to the kitchen island. “I made a trip to that coffee shop you love because I need you to tell me everything before work. How was the wedding? How hot did you look? And did anything happen with you and Mr. Sexy?”
Fiona grinned as she closed the door. “Better than I thought it would, not sure about hot, but decent, and yes.”
Jenny’s brows rose. “Yes?”
Of course that was the part her friend heard. “Just a few kisses and snuggles.”
Jenny’s eyes narrowed, and there was a short pause before she shook her head. “Nope. I don’t believe you. There was more.”
“There was no sex.”
Her friend looked like she still didn’t believe her.
Fiona grabbed one of the coffees, almost groaning as she sipped. She’d missed The Grind. “He may also have stayed over last night.”
Surprise shot Jenny’s brows up. “What?”
“It wasn’t intentional. I woke up and thought I saw someone in the house, so he came over to check the place.”
Concern flittered over her friend’s face. “What do you mean, you thought you saw someone?”
“It was nothing. I was half-asleep, and when Callum checked the house, it was all locked up, so I couldn’t have seen anyone.” Her fingers tightened on the cup. “I’ve been getting some offensive texts from an unknown number, and I think that just freaked me out.”
“Texts saying what?”
“They’re not nice…” When her friend continued to look at her expectantly, she lifted a shoulder. “That I’m a whore. That I need to keep my hands off what isn’t mine.”
The shock on Jenny’s face was almost comical. “Who exactly are you touching who isn’t yours? Callum?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Callum. Maybe Freddie.”
Jenny leaned forward, elbows on the island. “Freddie? Asshole-who-cheated-on-you Freddie? Why on earth would you want him back?”
“I don’t.” She lifted her coffee, taking another small sip. “He actually came to our room on his wedding night.”
“He didn’t!”
“He did, and he told me he’d made a mistake and the only reason he married Amanda was because she’s pregnant.”
Jenny’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. What did Callum do?”
“He stormed out of the room and threw Freddie into a wall. He clearly wanted to punch the guy but didn’t, thank God.”
“God, your life’s like a soap opera. Are you okay? Did you tell Amanda?”
“Nope. And I don’t plan to.” When Jenny just stared at her, she gave a sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“Jesus. Well, I don’t really feel sorry for her after what she did.”
