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Ding, ding, ding.There was the second thing. Callum not only had a sexy, beautiful woman vying for his attention…she lived right next door!
Kasey gave them one more tight smile before turning and walking away, her perfect ass swaying as she went.
Callum closed the door. “Ready to go?”
“Yep.” One tight word. She couldn’t even muster a smile.
She shouldn’t be angry. Callum had done nothing wrong, and if anything had happened between him and Kasey, or was going to happen in the future, that was none of her business. She was nothing to him. Barely a friend. He was just doing her a favor. A massive, will-probably-never-be-able-to-repay-him favor.
Callum watched her for a beat longer, the intensity in his eyes boring into her, before giving a little nod and squeezing her arm. “Great. Let’s hit the road.”
CHAPTER8
Callum shot a glance Fiona’s way. She’d driven for the first hour, and they’d switched over about twenty minutes ago. He’d offered to drive the entire distance, but she’d insisted. Not that he was surprised. Independence seemed important to this woman.
Since leaving his place, she’d been overly polite. He’d tried for a couple of jokes, but either he wasn’t as funny as he thought, or her mind was elsewhere. He was going with the latter. He wasn’t annoyed by her demeanor. More intrigued. What caused this woman to get her guard up so easily?
He knew Kasey’s visit had affected her, but her attitude wasn’t in proportion to that brief interaction. Whoever had hurt her had made her trust fragile.
“I think we should play twenty questions,” Callum said, breaking the ten-minute silence that had passed since his last attempt at conversation.
Her gaze turned from the window to him. “Twenty questions?”
“Yeah. Get to know each other a bit better. Also, get details of our relationship nailed down.”
A crease formed between her brows. “What if you ask a question I don’t want to answer?”
Interesting first thought. “You say red raisin, and I’ll ask something else.”
Her lips twitched. “Red raisin? Did you make that up?”
“I did. I like red, and I like raisins. Ready?”
“Okay, sure. You go first.”
“How long have we been dating?”
Her brows rose. Maybe she’d been expecting a more personal first question. “Two months. But we were friends before that.”
He nodded. The woman had put some thought into this.
“Favorite color?” she asked.
“Chestnut.” He shot a look into her chestnut eyes and saw her cheeks bloom. “Yours?”
“Blue. But a deep, dark blue, not a pale one. Like the ocean when it’s really deep. How old are you?”
“Thirty-three. Why don’t you get along with your sister?”
There was an audible shift in her breathing. “I don’t know. She’s always hated me, and I’ve never known why. She’s five years older than me and just seems to despise my very existence.”
What kind of person blindly hated a family member?
“It’s her loss,” he said quietly, wanting to ease the obvious hurt.
She lifted a shoulder. “I get along with my parents. Really well, actually, and I think that makes it worse for me and Amanda. Like she thinks they like me more than her or something. Which is ridiculous, they love us both. Who’s in your family?”
“Just my dad, who lives in Seattle. My mother passed away when I was young, and I don’t have any siblings, but I always wished I did. Although, the guys feel like brothers.”
