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Exactly. “Now that you’re all caught up, should we walk to work?”
Jenny laughed as she stood. “Oh, I am far from caught up. There are way too many missing details from that story. But you can share them with me on the way.”
“We should go the long route then.”
They both laughed as they crossed the living room. She was locking the door when thoughts of the previous night came back to her. The shadow in the hall. The sound that woke her. It was all in her head…right?
Yes. It had to be.
When they hit the sidewalk, Jenny linked her arm through Fiona’s. They’d made it halfway down the street when her phone vibrated from her pocket. She tugged it out, hoping it was Callum, but the smile slipped when she saw the text. Not from Callum. Her pulse spiked at the words in front of her.
“So, tell me more about—” Jenny stopped. “What’s wrong?” She glanced down at the phone in Fiona’s hand, an audible gasp whipping through the air.
Unknown number: You think I’m joking? Keep your fucking hands off my man, or you’ll wish you had.
CHAPTER16
Callum leaned back in his seat behind his desk. It had been a busy morning of meetings with clients and researching information only he could source for the team. It was damn lucky he liked his job, because there was always a lot to do.
His gaze flicked to his phone. Despite being busy, his mind had been a bit…distracted this morning. All because of one woman. Fiona. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He was constantly waiting for her call or text. Listening to hear if she’d arrived. She’d messaged earlier that she’d stop in on her lunch break, so he’d been watching the minutes tick by all day.
With a long exhale, he pushed up from his desk and moved down the hall. He didn’t just need Fiona here because he wanted to see her. He needed to look into those damn messages.
It had to be the sister, right? Because who else seemed to hate her so much?
He stepped into the kitchen to find Blake lifting a coffee from the machine.
Callum moved to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “Hey, brother.”
Blake grinned. “Hey. How was your weekend away with the librarian?”
His entire team knew where he’d been over the weekend and why. They didn’t keep secrets from each other. “Her name’s Fiona, and it was good.”
“Did you break through that tough exterior, or are you still the book killer?”
He grinned. “I haven’t damaged a single book since the coffee spill a month ago.” Although, he still had one at home, so there was time. “And yeah, I think I had a breakthrough.”
He wouldn’t be sharing the finer details of his relationship, but he would share the information his team needed to know. He uncapped his water and drank some. “She’s coming in today actually, but that’s because someone’s been sending her threatening text messages.”
The smile slipped from Blake’s face. “What do they say?”
“Shit about her being a whore and not touching what’s theirs.”
“From an unknown number?”
“Yep. I’m gonna see if I can trace the number back to a person.”
Blake nodded. “Good idea. It doesn’t take much for an unhinged asshole to escalate.”
Exactly. “How’re Willow and Mila?”
Blake’s eyes warmed, and that smile returned to his face. “Amazing. Willow’s the best mother, and Mila’s just…” He shook his head. “She’s amazing, man. Being her father is more than I deserve.”
Callum was happy Blake was back with his wife and five-year-old daughter. It was all the man had wanted since being forcibly separated from them all those years ago. “That’s great.”
Aidan stepped into the room and headed for the coffee machine. “Hey.”
“Hey. I heard you and Cassie are planning an engagement party,” Blake said.
