I step around the clothes rack and gratefully take the burrito. “You’re awesome. Thank you.”
“I try.” He winks at me. “Hey, are you busy tonight?”
“Yeah. With you. We’re going out,” I reply and I give him a minute to absorb the shock. “I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at eight.”
“Great!”
Matthew leaves and I bite into the scrumptious scrambled eggs, cheese and salsa mixture inside the whole-wheat tortilla. As I swallow, I glance over at Sam, who is still staring at me but his expression is no longer bemused; it’s unimpressed.
“What now?” I ask sharply.
He shakes his head and gives me a disapproving stare. “You’re going to regret that, Callie.”
Chapter 32
Devin
Iwake up just after seven and find my bed empty. Where did she go? Did she have to be at work early today? She hadn’t mentioned that. But then again we hadn’t given ourselves much opportunity for small talk last night.
I smile at the memory. It was amazing. Sexually I swear I’d never been so turned on or come so hard. I’d slept with my fair share of women in my life prior to Ashleigh. All of them were attractive with hot bodies and pretty lips and bedroom eyes and lots of things that Callie had, physically, but something about being with Callie was just…better. She was unbelievable.
I lie back in bed and call her. But when she doesn’t answer, I feel concern sprout up in the pit of my stomach. I decide to send her an email, but when I open that on my phone I see a message from Doris, our team counselor.
I had called her yesterday while I got ready for the charity event and asked her to recommend a divorce lawyer. This was her getting back to me. I open the email with a heavy heart. Duthie, McLennan and Partners was the name of the law firm she was recommending. She said they were used to the privacy needed for high-profile clients and were very quick and efficient. What else did I need from a divorce lawyer? I had no idea. She also expressed her sincere apologies and wanted me to know that her door was open to talk any time.
I really wish I could talk to Callie right now. My day was starting to look like hell on earth. I twist my wedding band, which is still on my finger for some reason, and then dial my parents’ number.
My mom answers on the second ring and sounds relieved to hear my voice. She listens as I explain everything—from Ashleigh cheating on me to my decision yesterday—but I don’t mention sleeping with Callie. That’s something I will keep to myself, at least until Callie and I discuss what it meant.
Although I can tell my mother’s heart is breaking at the thought that ending my marriage is the choice I intend to make, she also makes it clear she knows it’s my only choice.
The rest of the day is long and strenuous. I have practice, which is grueling, and then stay late with the trainer to work on my hamstring, which has been bothering me. Then I have an appointment at the law office. Walking into that law office is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. The appointment runs almost two hours. By the time I get home and step into the townhouse, I’m emotionally exhausted. I walk into the living room and drop down on the couch.
The house is empty. Callie isn’t here. The other thing weighing on my brain is that she seemed to be ignoring me. I had called her again and once again got her voicemail.
I thought last night was…well, it was fucking epic. Did she not feel the same way? I was certain she enjoyed it as it was happening and that she wanted it as much as I did. So…what is the issue? I lie down and close my eyes. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know the doorbell is ringing. I sit up and rub my tired eyes as I hear footsteps on the stairs.
I walk to the front hall in time to see Callie, looking model-beautiful, coming down the stairs. She has on a shimmery shirt that hangs off one of her shoulders, leaving the pale, perfect skin exposed, and jeans that hug her perfect ass and these open-toed, totally sexy little high-heeled ankle boots. I’ve always been a shoe guy. A sexy pair of heels on a sexy woman does something for me.
I wonder when she got home and am about to ask her when her brown eyes catch mine almost guiltily. “It’s for me. You can go back to your nap.”
I can’t help but give her a confused look. She hesitates with her hand on the door handle. It’s like she doesn’t want to open the door with me there.
“Are you going out?” I can’t help but ask, even though I’m not sure it’s my business.
“Umm…yeah.” She clears her throat and turns her gaze to the marble tile under her feet. “I have a date.”
“A what?”
The doorbell rings again. She turns away from me and opens it. There, on our front step, is a lanky guy with his brown hair pushed up into a fauxhawk. He smiles as soon as he sees Callie and it reminds me of a slobbery, horny teenager looking at his firstPlayboy. Gross.
“Hey, Matthew, let’s go!” she says hurriedly.
I cough.Loudly. His eyes turn to me and he looks shocked. I give him a hard smile.
“Hey,” I say, stepping forward. “I’m Devin.”
“Uh…I’m Matthew.” I walk across the small hall and move in between him and Callie to shake his hand. He’s wearing a ton of leather cuffs and bracelets on his arm and about seven long silver chains around his neck. It’s ridiculous.
