Page 63 of Callum
“Sexy pants, sexy arms, sexy face you want to kiss until the sun goes down. I could keep going?”
“No thanks, I get the gist.” She pushed her trolley down the aisle. “And I didn’t want to stay home and stew about everything, so here I am.”
A shudder she couldn’t stop raced up her spine at the memory of the previous night.
“I wonder what the person wanted,” Jenny said quietly.
Wasn’t that the golden question? She wasn’t poor, but she didn’t have money or valuables worth stealing. Even if she did, she certainly wouldn’t keep them at work.
“And then there’s Freddie,” Jenny continued. “It’s so strange that he’s still trying to contact you when he’s married to your sister, and you clearly want nothing to do with him.”
“Don’t even get me started on that guy. I’ve been so clear with him. I don’t understand why he’s trying, either.” She stopped and slotted a book onto a shelf. “But even if I did still have interest, he married my sister. I just…I can’t believe what a scumbag he’s turned into.”
Or maybe he was always like that, and she’d just been blind to it because she’d been with him for so long.
“You must just have that effect on men.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m in so much disbelief that Callum likes me, I wake upexpectinghim to tell me it’s over. That he’s going to run away with his hot neighbor, Kasey.”
Okay, maybe she wasn’t expecting him to say it in those words. He’d probably go with a gentler breakup.It’s not you, it’s mekind of thing.
Jenny gave her a pointed look. “Fiona, you’re beautiful. Don’t doubt what you bring to the table with that man.”
She laughed as she stopped again, slotting another book into place. “I bring a knowledge of books and book categorization.”
“You’re a beautiful, intelligent, kind woman who has a sense of humor to boot. You bring all of that.”
“Uh, I was awful to Callum for months before the wedding weekend.”
Jenny lifted a shoulder like it was nothing. “You had trust issues. It’s normal after being cheated on. I can’t believe you never knocked your sister and that prick on their asses for what they did.”
“Not doing exactly that will be a lifelong regret of mine.”
Rick moved past their aisle, pausing when he saw them. He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something about them standing there talking, but then he snapped it shut again and moved away.
“What was that about?” Jenny whispered.
“He’s in an I-feel-sorry-for-you-after-last-night mood. He also knows who I’m dating and what he’ll do if he’s not nice.”
Jenny sighed. “You’re so lucky to have him.”
“Well, there’s still one Blue Halo man who’s unattached, if you’re interested?”
Her brows pulled together like she was considering it. “Is he hot?”
“Aren’t they all?”
“You’re right. And tempting, but I’m not dating at the moment.”
“Why not?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know, because that would involve talking to a man without freezing up.”
Fiona opened her mouth to respond but stopped—because all her attention went to the main door as Freddie stepped inside.
What. The. Hell? She had to blink to make sure she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
