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Adelaide sits across from us with her head buried in whatever book she’s writing this week. I can’t keep up with her, and she never lets us read them before she’s done. “I just had to dress him.”
“Wait.” She pops her head up from her minty-green MacBook. “He was undressed, and it wasn’t a date?”
Bellamy pats the top of Addie’s head like she’s one of the dogs. “Maybe if you’d come out of the cave every once in a while, you too could undress a date instead of just writing about it.”
“Listen.” Addie rolls her pretty brown eyes. “Some of us work in a hospital. Others have a writing cave. You have surgeries, and I have a book due in three weeks that’s not done. You know that makes me nuts.” She spins her honey-blonde hair up into a bun and shoves a pen through it, locking it in place. “And I’d be happy to date if a single guy I meet is interesting enough to bother dating.”
“I mean, standards do complicate things,” Bellamy agrees, and my heart hurts again.
I know Jagger thought yesterday was a date. Killian tried to say he just needed a stylist when he introduced us, but Jagger was looking for more than clothes. He was good-looking with big muscles and gorgeous green eyes, but they weren’t Callen’s, and every time he got just a little too close, I was reminded of how much I wanted them to be.
He was just wrong.
Felt wrong.
Smelled wrong.
Looked wrong.
He wasn’t Callen, and that made him wrong.
Callen, who I’ll never forgive and may never recover from.
Fucking asshole.
“Cait...” Bellamy whispers my name, but I must not look up in time because the next thing I know, the bitch is kicking me under the table with the toe of her pointy black boot.
Like the adult I am, I kick her back. “What the hell?”
“Oh shit.” Adelaide looks over the top of her screen, and her eyes triple in size. “Do not turn around.”
Of course, I do the exact opposite of what I’m told because I despise authority and always have. I blame my parents for that. Only when I turn, my heart sinks.
There he is.
The dick who haunts my dreams with his eyes and pisses me off in my reality with his fucking existence. I’ve played nice. Nicer than he deserved.
I haven’t told anyone what happened between us.
Okay. Maybe not,notanyone.
But Bellamy and Adelaide don’t count.
They’re my friends. Not his.
And I needed to talk to someone.
When Maddox and Killian got home from Vegas, I told them I was sick. The flu. I was contagious. Whatever it took to get them to leave me alone. And it worked. They’re men. It’s simple. Get nasty and they get the fuck out of Dodge.
Just like some other people I know.
Asshole.
He and Cooper walk over to the counter, and I turn around, keeping my back to him. He doesn’t deserve to see me.
I hold my head high and straighten my shoulders, refusing to look back.
I’ve managed to avoid him for the most part. The one thing the son of a bitch was right about was that it’s easier not having him down the damn hall. But at the same time, it’s just another thing that breaks my heart.
