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She groaned. “It’s Amanda again.”
“Definitely ignore it,” he said between strings of kisses to her shoulder.
She did, her lips returning to his. But the second her phone stopped ringing, it started up again.
She groaned and tugged her lips away once more, this time answering the call. “Amanda—”
“Fiona, it’s me, Freddie.”
Callum’s hand stilled on her bare waist and his head shot up. What the fuck was that asshole doing calling her?
Fiona straightened, her muscles going tight beneath his touch. “I’m hanging up, Freddie.”
“Wait, please! I just want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
It took every ounce of Callum’s self-restraint to not grab the phone and tell the fucker to hang up.
Fiona blew out an exasperated breath. “There is nous, Freddie. You cheated on me, then married my sister. I blocked your number because I donotwant contact from you. Don’t call me again, and certainly not from her phone.”
She hung up and turned her phone off.
“Has he called since the wedding?” Callum asked, keeping his voice as calm as he could. It was damn hard.
“Yes. That’s why I blocked him, and probably why he called from Amanda’s phone.”
That little shit.
She blew out a breath. “Well, at least now I won’t need to tell Amanda about anything. She’ll see it on her call history.”
He didn’t like that idea or the abuse it would probably bring. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“She said there’s a family dinner this weekend. I said I wasn’t going.”
“Well, if you do decide to go, I’ll be by your side.”
The smile returned to Fiona’s mouth. “I’m not, but if I was, you sure as heck would be. Or you’d be dragged along kicking and screaming. I’ve decided you’re the only way I can survive family events with Amanda.”
“Wherever you are, I’ll be, Fi.”
* * *
“Jenny,you don’t need to hover.”
Her friend blew out a breath before following her down the library aisle. She’d been no more than two feet away the entire shift.
“I’m sorry, but I’m worried. Are you sure it’s okay that you’re at work today?”
Fiona grabbed a book from the cart. She’d planned to tell her friend everything when she got to work, but by the time she arrived, Rick had already told everyone…big mouth.
“I’m fine. I’ve taken my pain meds, my head feels okay, and I’ve almost survived my four-hour shift.” Ten minutes and counting until Callum picked her up. If she was honest, he and Jenny were right. She should have stayed home, but no way would she be admitting that after she’d pushed to come to work.
Jenny lifted a book from the trolley. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re okay. And honestly, I’m surprised you chose to come in and not spend the day with Mr. Sexy-pants.”
She laughed. “Sexy-pants?”
