“I don’t think so.”
“I do.” She threw back the last of her coffee. “Think about it. I’m happy to help give her a nudge. She’s stubborn, you know. It’ll be for her own good.”
I sighed, picking up the cappuccino to sip and consider.
The impatient part of me that wanted Callie now was seriously tempted by the offer.
Seventeen
LEWIS
“No. Absolutely not. Worst idea ever.” Fyfe shook his head at me, as if he was disappointed I’d even contemplated Carianne’s plan.
My gut told me it was a stupid idea, and would most likely push Callie further away. Yet, Carianne’s conviction that Callie would be jealous tempted my devil. I wanted to do whatever I could to make Callie see that she wanted me too. That our night together three weeks ago wasn’t a drunken mistake. It was fate correcting apriormistake.
I opened my mouth to tell Fyfe what Carianne had said, but my mobile rang, cutting me off. Seeing it was Eilidh video-calling, I answered. “Perfect timing.”
Eilidh wore not a scrap of makeup, which was unusual. She was usually fully done up because she was either coming from the studio or an event. She looked young and baby-faced on my screen. “What’s perfect timing?”
“What are you up to?” I asked instead.
“Who is it?” Fyfe asked from the opposite sofa. We were hanging out at his place sinceheactually had his own house.
“Who is that?” Eilidh’s eyes widened slightly.
“Fyfe.” I looked at my friend. “It’s Eilidh.”
“I haven’t seen Fyfe in ages. Turn me around.”
“I’ll come over,” my friend suggested instead, pushing up off the opposite couch to come sit beside me. He leaned his head in toward the phone. “Eils.”
“Eils?” Eilidh grinned at him. “It’s been years and all you’ve got is Eils?”
“Hey, I’ve been here for almost two years, so that’s not my fault,” he teased.
“Holy crap, let me look at you.” She comically peered closer as if that would make her view any clearer. “Fyfe Moray, I always knew you were a smoke show.”
Fyfe groaned and got up to return to the other sofa. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
He missed the way Eilidh’s smile fell, but I didn’t. As soon as she realized I was paying attention, she pasted on a bright smile. “So, what’s perfect timing?”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fantastic. For the first time in ages, I have a few weeks off before the next project.”
“Is that the film you’re shooting in Romania?”
“The very one. I’ve been lounging around my flat, doing bugger all for a few days. It’s nice, but I’ll get bored soon enough, I suppose.”
Something about that didn’t ring true at all. And there were dark circles under her eyes that I only just noticed. “Eilidh?—”
“Perfect timing for what?” she repeated.
Deciding she’d probably hang up on me if I pushed her, I relented. “I was telling Fyfe that Callie said she doesn’t want me back. And then I ran into Carianne and she proposed we pretend to date to make Callie jealous.”
“After asking him out!” Fyfe called before getting up to come sit next to me again. He looked into the camera at Eilidh. “He forgot tomention Carianne asked him out for real first.”
“Not surprising.” Eilidh shrugged. “I always knew she fancied Lewis.”
