Page 37 of Callum
“Anything.” Well, anything within reason.
“What did you see tonight before you got locked outside?”
The question had her pausing. Honestly, after everything that had happened with her sister and Callum since, she’d completely forgotten about it. “What I saw was impossible. It was—”
Fists pounding on the door cut off her words. Then a voice. “Fiona? It’s me. Freddie. I need to talk to you.”
She shot up into a sitting position, Callum’s arm falling from her waist. Freddie was here? At her door on his freaking wedding night?
His words had run together, almost sounding slurred. Was the guy drunk?
She was still processing the crazy turn of events when Callum climbed out of bed. Before her slow brain could process what was happening, he was throwing on some pants. She caught a glimpse of the anger on his face before he started toward the door.
He pulled it open, but not enough that she could see Freddie.
“What are you doing here?” Callum’s growled words had her falling out of bed and rummaging around in her suitcase for jeans.
“I want to talk to Fiona.”
“No. Go back to yourwife.”
The second her jeans were on, she flew to the door, sliding beside Callum. She started to step forward, but his arm came around her waist, keeping her beside him.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed at Freddie.
“I just need to talk to you.”
“It’s your wedding night, Freddie. You can’t be here.” The words sounded even crazier out loud than they had in her head. It was hisweddingnight.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, the guy almost looked lost. “I know. Just let me talk to you for a second.” His gaze shifted to the stony figure beside her, then back to her. “Alone.”
Callum growled. “No.”
Fiona looked up and down the hall. Where was Amanda? “You need to go back to your room.”
“Not until I’ve talked to you.”
Christ, he had that look in his eye. She remembered it well. It was the stubborn, I’m-not-doing-a-damn-thing-until-I get-what-I-want look.
“Shut the door if you want. I’ll camp out right here until you agree to talk to me.” He scanned the area like he was searching for a good place to sit.
Hell no! Amanda would come searching, and if she found him at her door…
She couldn’t believe she was saying this, but… “If I talk to you, will you leave?”
“Yes.” The answer came so quickly, she almost didn’t believe it. And by the tightening of Callum’s arm around her waist, he didn’t believe it, either. Or maybe he just hated the idea of her talking to Freddie.
She turned and touched Callum’s chest. “We’ll just be a second. We won’t leave this hall, I promise.” Also, he would be able to hear everything, even through the closed door. Still, he didn’t look the least bit happy about it.
It took a full three seconds for his jaw to unclench. “Fine. One minute.”
She nodded, taking a small step into the hall. She missed Callum’s touch immediately. Hell, she even missed the man’s body heat. The second the door closed, she lowered her voice. “What’s going on, Freddie?”
He ran two hands through his hair, almost looking like he was pulling the strands from the root. “I think I made a mistake.”
“You didn’t. You love Amanda, and you married her.”
He had to love her, right? He’d married her only months after Fiona had left.
