Page 12 of On Loverose Lane


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“Are you kidding?” The blond fell into step with me as we walked down the stairwell. “I’d kill for your height. You should wear whatever shoes you want. Fuck everyone else.”

Oh, I liked her immediately. “You are absolutely right.”Note to self: Go shoe shopping.

“Jimmy Choos are the comfiest shoes ever. Start there.” She grinned. “I’m Hailey, by the way.”

“Beth. Nice to meet you.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I heard Callan mutter behind us.

Hiding a grin, I decided to torture my neighbor further. “So, are you two dating?” I gestured between them as we reached the ground floor.

Hailey rolled her eyes. “God no.”

I raised my eyebrows, my lips pinching together to fight back a laugh.

Callan frowned, his nose wrinkling adorably. “Not that I disagree, but what does ‘God no’ mean?”

She shrugged. “It was only sex, right?”

“Right …”

“Was he any good?” I asked perversely.

Callan huffed indignantly.

“Meh, he was all right.”

My mouth made anOshape as delight thrummed through me at Callan’s affront.

“Excuse me?”

Hailey shrugged again. “You seemed kind of bored all the way through it.”

“Oh ho ho!” I couldn’t hold back my laughter. I had to stop to let it out, and there were actual tears as I cackled.

“It’s not that funny,” Callan grumbled while Hailey giggled.

Reaching out, I squeezed Hailey’s shoulder before continuing downstairs. “Thank you. Really. Thank you for what you’ve done here today.”

She grinned. “No problem.”

“Do you want a lift home or not?” Callan asked her sullenly as he held open the entrance door.

Aw, see, that made me dislike him a wee bit less. The woman insulted his prowess in the bedroom, and he still was going to drive her home.

“Sure. Bye … Beth, was it?”

“Yup. Bye. Thanks for making my day.”

She laughed and hurried out the entrance doors past Callan. He glowered at me. “For your information, I was knackered last night. We’ve been training hard.”

I desperately tried to keep a straight face. “Of course, Captain. Just tired. Not incompetent in the bedroom. I believe you.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but I asked quickly, “Did she mention the ugly sofa, by any chance?”

He threw me a dark look and marched out, letting it swing shut in my face.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” I shouted through the glass.