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“It’s early . . .”
“That’s a boy’s answer, Callen.”
Fuck.
That hits hard.
“A man knows. Be the man you’re supposed to be.” He pulls his line out of the water and recasts. “You know... our old house is empty. The tenant moved out a few weeks ago, and we haven’t put it back on the market yet.”
I think about that for a few minutes.
“You think you could hold off on listing it for a few weeks? I think I need to figure a few things out.” Maybe a little distance would help. Or maybe I need a plan for when Maddox fucking kills me.
Callen
Want to grab dinner with me?
Kitten
Like a date?
Won’t people see?
Callen
People will see two friends getting dinner. They won’t see what I’ll do to you after.
Kitten
Does this mean you didn’t call Maddox?
Callen
It means I want to take you out, Caitlin.
Kitten
Okay.
Caitlin
When Callen suggested dinner, I assumed he’d meant West End... I hadn’t planned on walking around the cobblestone streets of Chestnut Hill. The tiny town not far from Kroydon Hills has a great vibe. White fairy lights are strung from the trees as live music trails out from the local bars. Callen holds my hand in his as we make our way to a small restaurant right off the main street and asks for a seat in the back.
“You afraid to be seen with me, Sinclair?” I tease him, knowing we don’t look anything like friends right now. We look very much like a couple on a date, and I love it. This is what it could be. This is what we could have... if he’d let us.
“Not at all, Cait.” He thanks the waiter, then pulls out my chair. “I don’t feel like having fans come up to us all night to talk about tomorrow’s game.”
“Good answer.” I smile as I drape my napkin over my lap and look at the menu, but Callen just sits and stares at me, making my cheeks flush. This man makes me self-conscious in a way I never am. “What?”
“Have I told you how pretty you look tonight, Caitlin?”
I sit a little straighter, unable to tell him how long I’ve waited to hear those words from him. “You have now.”
His leg brushes mine under the table, sending an electric current coursing over my skin as the silence between us reaches almost deafening levels.
“So...” I finally say just as he starts at the same time.
“About last night . . .”
