Chapter 4
“I cannot believe he did that.” Heather stormed through the back door into her best friend’s kitchen. Callie sat wiping what looked like peanut butter from the hands of herson, Jonathan.
“Did what? Who?”
Heather took a deep breath and kissed the little boy’s head. Moving away so she didn’t frighten him, she mumbled, “And I simply stood there and let him. What the hell iswrong with me?”
Lifting the two-year-old down from his chair, Callie scooted him into the living room. “Play with your blocks before you have to take a nap. Make sure I can seeyou from here.”
The dark-haired child, so like his father, shuffled through the archway and settled on the carpet with his toys. Callie cleaned up his lunch then put some water onto boil. “Tea?”
Nodding, Heather sat at the table and clenched her hands on the surface. “I have no control when he’s around. I can’t be thatstupid, can I?”
As her friend got cups and tea bags, Heather let her mind wander to what happened this morning. How had she not punched him in his gorgeous face?You liked it. Admit it.No, she hadn’t. He was groping her.And you wanted him to continue. Wanted his hands to slip inside your panties.Oh, God, she had. It had taken all her control to tell him to stop.
Callie set two cups on the table before she sat in the chair next to her. “You want to tell me about this person who has youall worked up?”
Glancing into the front room, Heather shrugged. “Maybe I shouldn’tsay anything.”
Cocking her head, Callie leaned her elbows on the table. “Really? After three years of carrying around my biggest secret, you’re not going to tell me what’sbotheringyou.”
Three years of being there whenever Callie needed her. Okay, she might need someone right now. If only to vent and tell her she needed psychiatric help.
“Give.”
It would be much easier if Callie wasn’t now married to the cousin of her problem. “Scott.”
“What about Scott? What did he do that you can’t believe, and what did you do that made you stupid?”
“This morning we were trying to get the building permit issued. We’ve had some problems. I may have…flirted a little to get itdone quicker.”
A smile appeared on Callie’s face. This was why she loved her friend. She never judged and always held her tongue if shehad an opinion.
“He made some crude comment about it.”
“And that surprises you? Why? You’ve known Scott for a while now. Sarcasm is a second language to him.”
“It’s not the crude comment, but the crude action that followed it.”
“Crude?As in sexual?”
“Yes, up against the wall. Practically felt me up while I simply stood there.”
“You didn’t say anything?” Callie’s voice held confusion. “Orclock him one?”
Staring into space, she shook her head. “I couldn’t.”
An unladylike snort burst from her friend’s mouth. “Heather Silva, speechless. Oh, I wish Ihad seen that.”
“Laugh all you want. I’m still so damn frustrated.”
A grin split Callie’s face. “Sexually frustrated?”
Freakin’ heat rushed to her face and she looked down.
“Oh, my God. Seriously? You’ve got a thing for Scott?”
Rolling her eyes, she tried to deny it. “No, not a thing.”
