“That’s…that’s not likely.” Sebastian smiled broadly, even though it didn’t reach his eyes. “But it’s fine. Live and learn.”
“What did Rhys say?”
“I haven’t told him.” Sebastian’s eyes flashed a bit with that statement, and Callahan chuckled. “But he’s not going to like it.”
“It’s not his life.”
“I know.” Sebastian’s expression turned solemn and he faced Callahan. “It’s not his life. It’s mine. Just like yours is yours.”
Callahan bit his lips between his teeth, fully aware of what Sebastian was saying, what he meant. It was the thing he’d been hinting at, and the thing Callahan had been feeling since their last moments together in Mallardsville.
For as long as he could remember, his life hadn’t been his to live. He’d built an idea of himself around everyone else’s visions and plans, but it hadn’t been anything more than a carefully constructed series of lies. Callahan was done lying, and everything was going to change.
The first order of business, asking Jace Dare on a proper date.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jace has a Dinner Date
After clocking out for his break and stepping out back, he found Remington leaning against the brick wall of the building, a worn paperback open in his hands.
“This is a weird place to read,” Jace said, the door closing behind him.
Remington shouldered off the wall and closed the book. “I met your boyfriend this morning.”
“You came all the way down here to tell me that?” Jace asked, ignoring the surge of emotion that bubbled inside his stomach when Remington referred to Callahan as his boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” Remington tucked his book under his armpit and pursed his lips.
“Taking a break?”
“With him,” Remington clarified.
“I honestly don’t know.” Jace sighed.
“Did you figure out which Callahan was the fake Callahan?”
“I have a suspicion.” He gave Remington a half smile.
“What did he say when you apologized?”
“I didn’t apologize.”
Remington frowned at him.
“I didn’t have a chance,” Jace said, which wasn’t entirely a lie. He could have apologized, but Callahan had been so busy doing it himself he hadn’t thought to. And then they’d ended up in bed, and then…
He knew Remington was right and that he’d treated Callahan unfairly, both sides of Callahan unfairly, and he knew he needed to say something.
“I’ll apologize when I see him next,” Jace promised.
“When is that?”
“I don’t know. We agreed to see each other again, but didn’t make plans for it.”
“You should ask him on a date,” Remington suggested.
“Should I?”
