I love when she gets all sassy, and I can’t fight the smile on my face when she says, “I’m nice like that. Come on, I’ll also give you a lesson on reading spicy sex scenes to your partner.”
“As long as I don’t have to pretend to be a hockey player.” I let her tug me along.
“Oh, I’d never make you do that, but how do you feel about having Illyrian wings and referring to me as your High Lady?”
“A what-what?” I ask, falling in line with her.
We’re two blocks from the condo when my phone vibrates in my pocket with a text. I pull it out, and my stomach drops.
Fuck. This isn’t what I needed today.
I push my hand through my hair and look at Callie. “Hey, I’ll meet you back at the condo. I forgot I have to run an errand.”
Her forehead crinkles. “What do you have to do?”
“You go and get a head start on your books. I’ll be, like, twenty minutes tops.” I lean over to kiss her, but she puts her hand on my lips.
“Where are you going, Foster?”
The flash of fear in her eyes is quick and says that we still haven’t reached that full trust stage, but then again, I’m keeping this from her, so how could we?
“I have to go to the bank. It’s something…”
She waits, and I don’t blame her for not giving me an out. I wouldn’t either.
“For my dad.”
She nods and hooks her arm through mine. “Let’s go then.”
“Callie…”
She smiles up at me. “Where you go, I go.”
I groan, but as I lead us to the bank, hoping it’s not too late for a wire transfer to go through, I feel a little less lonely with her on my arm.
Chapter
Fifty-Two
Callie
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As I stand outside the bank and watch Foster shake hands over the banker’s desk and smile at him, I contemplate what he could be doing. I want to grant him the privacy to go do whatever he has to with regards to his dad. But my suspicion is that he sends his dad money every month. Helps him float his income. I don’t even know where his dad lives, but Foster looks friendly with the banker, as though this isn’t the first time he’s been here doing this. Then again, the guy could just be a Colts fan.
But the pit in my stomach widens—how much leash do I give Foster before I demand he tells me what secrets he’s keeping?
And honestly, does it even matter? I’m already too invested.
Heartbreak is inevitable.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
Callie
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