Page 43 of Callum
“You’re so right. She’d need to see it to actually believe it, and even then, she’d probably make it your fault.”
Of course she would. “My thoughts are she knows who she married. I’m back in Cradle Mountain. I won’t have any more contact with him, or at least, not for a while. He’ll probably hit on other people, and when Amanda catches him, she’ll see he’s no good.”
Once a cheater, always a cheater. Although Amanda was a cheater too, so that didn’t bode well for their future anyway.
“So…” Stacey said suggestively. “What happened after your sexy boyfriend saved the day?”
She nibbled her bottom lip, mouth stretching into a smile. When she took a beat too long to answer, Stacey gasped.
“Oh, it’s good, isn’t it? Tell me. Tell me now!”
“We kissed, and…”
“And?” Stacey pushed.
“The man gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
The groan from Stacey almost sounded pained. “It’s like God sculpted this hot as hell man just to shame every other.”
Oh, Fiona had definitely been feeling that. She lifted the phone and went into the bathroom.
“So, have you locked him down? Are things official?”
Fiona frowned as she squeezed toothpaste on her brush. “Not official, but he said he wanted to take me on a date. And we’re catching up tomorrow to—”
She stopped. She hadn’t told Stacey about the messages. She hadn’t told anyone until her drunken slip with Callum.
“To what?” Stacey asked.
She blew out a long breath. “I’ve been getting some messages from an unknown number saying some nasty stuff. He’s going to see if he can trace the number.”
“Oh my gosh. Really? How long has that been happening?”
“I don’t know, like, a month?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
She lifted a shoulder even though her cousin couldn’t see her. “Because they’re just texts. It’s not like someone’s actually threatening me to my face.”
“Still, it’s a bit scary.” She could almost hear Stacey thinking. “I’m glad you have Callum then. If anyone can help, it’s him and his team. I don’t even live in Cradle Mountain and I hear about how good Blue Halo Security is.”
“I’m sure that if this number’s traceable, he’ll find them.” But even that made her nervous, because then the messages would become real, with a living, breathing human behind them.
“You don’t think it’s Amanda, do you?” Stacey asked quietly.
The same question Callum had asked. “I think if Amanda wanted to threaten me, she wouldn’t worry about the unknown number part.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Looks like I have a second person who hates me.”
“Amanda doesn’t hate you. She’s jealous.”
Fiona scoffed. “Of what?”
“You did well at school. You’re independent. You’re beautiful.”
“Amanda’s all those things.”
