Lock frowned. “You spend much time with her?”
“Me? Well, I, uh, do her c-classes sometimes. They’re good. I mean, she’s good. Good at what she d-does.” He shook his head. “I should get back inside. Text me the i-invoice.”
Before he could respond, Hamish turned and moved back inside his house.
Did the guy have a thing for Callie? It wouldn’t surprise him. She was kind and smart and had this damn dimple when she smiled that was hard not to adore.
Fuck, he was losing his mind being home but not being with her. He packed up his tools and shoved them into his truck before heading to his place.
Hamish did Callie’s classes. It shouldn’t make him jealous, but it did, becausehewanted to spend an hour listening to her voice. Looking at her sweet smile.
They were open to the public. Hecoulddo one.
Shit, why hadn’t he thought of that earlier?
He hit the Bluetooth on his truck and called his youngest brother. Jace answered and wind blew over the line before he spoke.
“Lock. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You’ve done one of Callie’s Pilates classes, haven’t you?”
“Uh, yeah, I did. Hurt like hell too. I had to pretend my ass wasn’t killing me for the next week. Why?”
“You free right now?”
“Just getting back from a run. Why?”
“Tell me how to book a class.”
A beat of silence passed. “One of Callie’s classes?”
“No, Alcoholics Anonymous.Yes, one of Callie’s classes.”
“I don’t know—”
“She won’t talk to me. She won’t give me five damn minutes of her time. Ineedto see her.” And it was definitely a need.
“Fine. Give me a sec. I’ll go online and see if there are any open spots in her next class.”
Lock pulled into his driveway and waited. Every second that ticked by felt like ten.
“All right, booked us in.”
Lock frowned. “Us?”
“Yeah, us. There were two spots left, and I’m not missing the look on her face when you stroll in.”
“Jace—”
“Class starts in thirty. Don’t be late.” He hung up.
Thirty minutes?Shit.
He jogged inside and had the quickest shower of his life before changing into shorts and a T-shirt. When he was back in his truck, he checked the time. Fifteen minutes.
He headed toward the studio, his blood running that bit faster at the prospect of seeing her.
If he tried to speak to her after the class, would she listen to him today? Hell, it wasn’t just that he had stuff to tell her; he also had a million questions for her. Where had she been all this time? What had she been doing? Had she dated anyone?
