“My imagination is getting the better of me?” I asked dryly.
“Yes,” he said between laughs. “Very much so.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he replied, still grinning. “Christina does not have a crush on me.”
“The way she looks at you says otherwise.”
“The way you’re looking at me right now says you’ve been thinking about this far too much.”
I rolled my eyes. “I have not.”
He leaned back slightly, amusement dancing in his gaze. “You absolutely have.”
Even though I knew I was right, I waved it off. There was no point in arguing. He clearly found the whole thing entertaining and would have reacted differently if he already knew.
“Whatever,” I muttered. “Believe what you want.”
“I will,” he said lightly.
I sighed and straightened. “Did you need me for anything else?”
I was already mentally preparing to escape the room when my phone rang. The sound made my heart leap straight into my throat. No one ever called me randomly in the middle of the day unless something was wrong. I reached for my phone with slightly trembling fingers.
Mom.
My eyes widened.
Before I could even process that, another notification slid across the top of my screen.
Sabrina: I’m so sorry. I accidentally told Mom you have a boyfriend… and that you met his parents recently. I didn’t mean to let it slip. Please don’t hate me.
I groaned loudly.
Callahan’s amusement faded instantly. “What happened?”
I looked at him in horror. “She knows.”
He blinked. “Who knows what?”
“My mother.”
“That doesn’t narrow it down for me.”
“She thinks I have a boyfriend.”
“That’s… not entirely inaccurate.”
“It is when that boyfriend is actually my secret husband.”
His confusion cleared, jaw slackening for just a moment before a wild grin cracked through. He fought to hold back laughter, lips pressed tight until he couldn't contain it.
“You find this funny?” I hissed.
“Immensely.”
I shot him a look that could’ve melted steel.
