Her eyes are wide, taking us in.
I cut the corner to my bedroom and grab my overnight bag.
When I walk back out, she’s looking at Jax. That look she gives him—I can’t even describe it. Like she’s counting on him. Like he’s the anchor keeping her from floating away.
“No, I don’t think my sister remembers how to get here,” she says quietly. “She’s not the best with directions.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
I stare back and hold her gaze.
Something shifts in her expression when she looks at me. Different from how she looks at Jax. I can’t tell if it’s relief or interest or something else, but whatever it is, I’ll take it.
“Sit in the front, Cal,” I mutter as we head out the door.
Jax locks up behind us, checking the doors twice.
Callum grins at me as we walk to the car. “You want a turn to sit next to our Tiger.”
She blushes. The pink spreads across her cheeks, down her neck.
I watch her closely. She isourTiger.
When we get in the back seat, I reach over for her seatbelt before she can. She flinches when I pull it across her lap, and I force myself to move slowly. Deliberately. I click it into place. I can smell her shampoo. My eyes stare into hers, and she’s so shy that she can barely keep the contact.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Jax settles into the driver’s seat while I keep my gaze on hers. She stares back, those brown eyes so fucking innocent it hurts.
We pull out of the driveway and head toward Callum’s place.
The moment we reach his driveway, Callum’s announcing his house. “Welcome to Casa de Callum, where the vibes are immaculate, and the hospitality is unmatched.”
I grab her things for her, and Callum opens her door.
When we walk inside, I’m actually surprised. It’s tidy. Like, genuinely clean. Good for Callum. I’ve only been here a couple times since he moved in a few months ago.
I look around, half-expecting to see a shrine of Sienna hidden somewhere. A photo wall. Candles. Something pathetic because this man’s fucking obsessed with his ex.
“So, I only have one bed—”
Jax cuts him off. “She gets the bed, and we sleep on the ground.”
Callum looks at Tigerlily. She looks like she might laugh—her lips twitch, eyes brightening—and I can only stare because I’ve barely seen her smile. She holds it in, biting her lower lip. I can tell she likes him right away. And I hope it had nothing to do with seeing his dick this morning.
Callum shows her to his bedroom. I follow, setting her things down on his unmade bed.
“Bedroom’s here. Bathroom’s there. And that’s the grand tour,” Callum says, already walking back to the kitchen. “Water anyone?”
We all follow him. He fills four glasses like he’s hosting a dinner party, then turns to us with that easy grin. “So, what should we do?”
Jax and I both stare at him.
He’s an idiot. A well-meaning idiot, but still.
Callum’s grin widens. “Tiger?”
“I’m tired,” she says softly.
