A strange noise comes through the line and I roll my eyes.
“Did you just snort?”
“No.”
“It sounded suspiciously like you tried to suppress a laugh and snorted. But the Callum I know doesn’t snort. Or laugh for that matter.”
“Exactly. So it can’t be that.”
“You like him, don’t you?”
“I haven’t met him so I can’t say for sure.”
“But…”
“But I think he’s good for you. And if he wasn’t Easton’s future father-in-law, I think Easton would agree with my assessment.”
“Of course I’d be attracted to the one man that Easton would care about me dating. Other than Sal, he couldn’t care less about my love life.”
“Have you told him?”
“God, no. I’m not stupid. There’s nothing to tell.”
“That’s true.”
That’s true. Callum’s delivery is so dry that you’d think he was teasing me about that notion, but he’s just stating a fact. A fact I want to change. And I will. Soon.
“Anyway, are you coming over for Easton and Paige’s wedding?” I change the subject, needing to move on from last night. “I know last time we spoke you were looking into it. Easton would love it if you could. As would I. But I know you’re busy.”
“Actually, the timing worked out. I’ve been contracted for another castle construction that’s starting early in the new year, so I’ve hired a few extra people to make sure this one’s done before winter.”
“So many castles, so little time.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“I am, aren’t I. I can’t wait to see you. It’s been too long.”
“You could visit.”
“I know. One day I might.”
We chat for another few minutes, and I almost don’t want to hang up knowing I’m going to have to face my day. It’s been a long time since I was last drunk. So long that I’d forgotten how awful the morning after is.
I think I’ll be working from home today.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SALVATORE
With my arms folded over my chest, I watch the team training camp from the comfort of my office, and I’m proud to say they look strong.
What I’m not proud to say is the fact that I’m currently hiding in my office.
Keeley wasn’t in yesterday. I had a feeling she’d be MIA before I even looked for her car. It was the sneaking out of my apartment that clued me in.
I’d lain awake all night after getting her settled, not moving from the spare bedroom in case I woke her, my mind swirling with questions for the morning.Should I make her breakfast? Do I need to research a hangover cure? Or leave a towel and some clothes in the en suite so she can freshen up before leaving my room?
Myroom. That’s another thought that kept me awake. Keeley slept in my bed. And she looked damn good in it too with one hand tucked under her cheek while the other lay flat on my side, exactly where my chest would usually be.
