Page 39 of Fierce Storm


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“Not even the boss you can’t seem to stop talking about?”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He delivers his response with no humor and I shake my head. What a way to get back at me for teasing him.

“You’re so funny. I’mnotdating.”

“But if you were?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, well, thanks. I have my answers. Next time Mum’s over I won’t look like such an asshole.”

“I don’t think anything’s going to change that. She knows you’re an ass.”

“Now who’s being funny?”

“Always me. And I have more to say.”

“Is it about work?”

“Of course.”

“Then it can wait.”

“See… asshole.”

“I just pulled up at the gym and I need to be quick so I can get to the job site before my crew.”

“You mean, your castle?”

“It’s notmycastle. But yes.”

I picture one of the many castles from Disney movies and my chest warms. Callum’s job fascinates me, and I’ll never tire of hearing about it. There aren’t many openings for castle restorations here in the USA, but in Scotland, he’s never short on work.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in one of the castles you restore?”

“I do live there in the winter. I can get more work done that way. They’re nothing special.”

“Nothing special.” My jaw drops. I will never understand my friend. “One day I’m coming to visit.”

“Come during demolition time. Ask Easton—it’s much more fun.” His dry delivery has me snorting.

“The excitement in your tone tells me all I need to know. I’m in.”

“Bye, Keeley.”

“Love you, Cal.”

Callum hangs up before I’ve finished speaking and I laugh out loud, almost missing the soft knock on my door.

“Coming.”

I open up to find Sal leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, his lips pulled into the smallest of smirks. Looking at him standing there has me thinking things I should not be thinking. Namely how I’d like to see that smirk from between my legs.

I may not be dating, but God, I’m in need of a good dicking. Sal is not the man for that, I know, but he’s the only man I ever spend time with, so my imagination runs wild.

“What can I do for you, Sal?” I ask before remembering I was about to go and find him myself.