Page 34 of The Unhinged Christmas of a Cat Lady
“We.”
He shrugs. “Stella’s idea, technically. Interview’s tomorrow.”
I just stand there.
A bead of water drips off my hair and lands on my collarbone.
“This has nothing to do with me,” I say flatly.
Callum just laughs, slamming his boot shut. “If you say so.”
“She’ll be working foryou.”
“Yep. While Stella runs the project.”
“Exactly,” I say, pulling open my door. “So good luck to you both.”
Callum leans against his car, arms folded. “You do remember she’ll be there when you drop by, right?”
“I’ve no plans to drop by.”
He looks personally offended. “You promised you’d look over the stuff for the FCDO project.”
I wave a hand. “Not an issue. I can be civil.”
Callum raises an eyebrow. “Because you don’t fancy her?”
I give him a flat look. “I never said I fancied her. I don’t.”
“Right,” he says slowly, like he’s humouring a pensioner who insists their cat can speak fluent French. “She’s not your type.”
“She’s not,” I snap, a little too fast.
He holds up both hands. “Sure. You only had amoment… You never have moments with women. You have dates, hook ups. But no moments.”
“I go for calm. Predictable.”
“You once dated a woman who brought an iguana to brunch.”
I point at him. “That was once. And the iguana was named Nigel.”
He smirks. “You remember the lizard’s name but not hers?”
I glare at him, shut the door, and start the engine.
As I pull out, I can still see him laughing in the rear-view mirror.
Smug bastard.
Chapter nine
Fairytale of New Vibrator
Miranda
The second the door shuts behind Jasper, there’s a silence so charged it might as well come with a warning label.
“Oh my God,” Amelia swoons.
