Page 52 of The Summer House
“Okay,” Callie said, pushing a smile to her lips.
“Go out with me tomorrow,” Luke said. His voice was light and carefree like it had always been. “I want to see you.”
Callie lay on her back, sprawled on her air mattress, her hair fanned out over her pillow. She wanted to see him too, but she was so afraid she’d tell him something she shouldn’t. She was worried she’d let something slip. “I can’t,” she said. “I’ve got a ton of work on the cottage.”
“It’ll all still be there when we get back,” he urged. “What’s a couple of hours?”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t.”
“Well, I’ll help then.”
“No, Luke,” she said, trying to keep herself from sounding desperate. “I need to focus, and you distract me.”
She heard a huff and could feel his smile on the other end. “I distract you?” His voice was smooth like silk, and she rolled over in frustration, burying her face in her pillow.
She finally flipped over to answer him. “Yes. You distract me. Now let me work!” Before she could be persuaded, she got off the phone, claiming her work was going to take half the night and all day tomorrow. Her hands trembling, Callie shook her head, wondering how she’d ever get through this.
