“Does Regan know?”
Callum huffed. “Regan knows everything.”
“She know about the camera?”
“She knew before I did.”
Of course she did.
“The men are calling her the general,” Callum added.
“They should.”
“Keep an eye on Dylan too,” Callum said.
I stilled.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I am Dylan.”
“No shit. I’m saying keep an eye on yourself.”
My jaw flexed.
Callum’s voice softened by half an inch, which for him meant he might as well have reached through the phone and put a hand on my shoulder.
“She’s been through hell. You were there. That makes things feel bigger than they are.”
I looked at Destiny again.
She had opened her eyes.
Even behind her sunglasses, I knew she was looking at me.
“No,” I said quietly. “It makes things exactly as big as they are.”
Callum said nothing.
“I won’t cross lines,” I added.
“I know.”
“Then why say it?”
“Because sometimes the line isn’t what a man does. It’s what he lets himself want.”
That hit too close.
I didn’t answer.
Callum let it sit.
Then he said, “Stay sharp.”
“I am.”
