"I wanted coffee, but after that conversation out front, I think I'll just make a cup at home."
He smirked. "You wanted coffee or you just wanted to avoid me and my pointed questions?"
"Both. Are you staying here?"
"Yeah. I told Macgrath I'd take a turn watching that Dumont character and his entourage today. I gotta tell you, I don't trust Dumont, but he's not doing anything other than he said he would. It's making me itchy."
As annoying as Callum could be, I trusted his instincts as much as I trusted my own. If he thought there was something off about Andre Dumont, then there was something off.
"Don't let your guard down," I said.
"I won't."
"Do you want steak for dinner tonight?"
"You're cooking?" he asked.
"Yeah. You want steak or not?"
"Does a dog like to sniff butts?"
I bit back a groan of disgust. "I'll take that as a yes. Text me when you're on your way home and I'll get everything going."
"Sounds great." He waited until I was almost to the back door before he continued, "You're gonna make someone a fantastic wife someday."
For once, I had a pithy parting remark. "Misogyny isn't attractive, Callum. Especially when you run your mouth in front of a woman who can literally turn you into the pig you resemble."
Callum laughed. "It's a good thing Ava isn't in the room then, isn't it?"
I grinned in return. "I don't know. What do you think, Ava?" I shifted my gaze and met Ava's eyes where she stood behind Callum.
He glanced back then jumped like a scalded cat, turning to face her completely. "Oh, shit!"
I chuckled to myself and walked out the back door, but not before I heard Ava say, "I think we need to have a little chat, Callum."
I hoped that if she turned him into a pig, she kept him at her house instead of sending him to mine.
