Page 122

“Give me your phone.”

Callie’s eyebrows raise. Then she reaches into her coat pocket, unlocks it, and hands it over without hesitation.

I enter my number, then call my phone. It vibrates in my hand.

Callie watches me.

I save myself in her contacts. Roman. Nothing else.

I hand the phone back.

She looks at the screen, then at me.

Her expression changes. “You're giving me your number?”

“Obviously.”

Her smile returns, brighter this time.

Fucking dangerous.

I immediately regret everything.

“Does this mean I don't have to ask half of Hollow Creek where you are anymore?”

“Yes.”

“Because I was getting really good at it.”

“I heard.”

Her eyes narrow. “You heard?”

I shove my phone into my pocket. “Beck told me.”

“Who’s Beck?”

“A friend.”

She smiles. “Oh. Well, he could’ve helped me find you sooner.”

I look down at my only pair of soaked jeans, then back at Callie. “Might’ve been dangerous if he did.”

Her gaze drops to my crotch again… and remains there. I know that look.

“No.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You were about to.”

“I was going to offer you pants.”

“You don't have men's pants.”

“I might.”

My eyes narrow. “Why?”