“Your brother nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “You handled him just fine.”
“Did I?”
“You did. To be fair, we’re all a little unpredictable.”
“A little?” he repeated.
“Okay,” I admitted. “Very unpredictable.”
He shook his head. “I should have seen it coming.”
“Honestly,” I said with a small shrug, “it all comes from our grandparents.”
He glanced over briefly. “Really?”
I nodded. “Completely their fault.”
“How so?”
“My grandmother once convinced my grandfather to sell his car so they could spontaneously travel across three countries.”
Callahan blinked. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“And he agreed?”
“He adored her,” I said simply.
Callahan smiled faintly at that.
“And the other set of grandparents?”
“Even worse.”
“That’s impressive.”
“They met because she accidentally stole his suitcase at the airport.”
“Accidentally? Or was it all a part of her plan?”
“We’ll never know.”
“You look awfully happy.”
“I am,” I grinned, not mentioning that it was his earlier confession that made me feel this way.
I was halfway through braiding the last section of my hair when the bedroom door opened.
The soft click of it closing again made me glance up briefly, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. My attention returned to the mirror across the room as I twisted the braid and secured theend. Behind me, Callahan moved quietly through the room. I could hear the faint rustle of the comforter being pulled back and the soft thud of his phone landing on the nightstand.
By the time I finished tucking the braid in place, the mattress dipped slightly as he climbed into bed.
I reached for my satin bonnet from the nightstand. Just as I shook it open, I felt his eyes on me.
“I’ve been meaning to ask why you wear that every night?”
