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Her lip started to quake. “I don’t care. Please leave, Trent.”
“Fine. I hope you’re okay, and I wish you luck with the company.”
He stopped at Meg’s desk. “Meg, Sam asked me to ask you to answer your phone.”
“Not a chance in hell, butt-munch.”
“Always nice to see you, Meg.”
She flipped him off, and he chuckled. “Leave, Trent.”
The door squeaked as it closed behind him.
Callie sat in her chair staring at her computer screen. Trent was good at telling lies, so whatever he said she’d just forget. There was no reason to believe he’d changed his spots because he was married.
But Liam. He hadn’t known until Mexico? He was stuck in the middle. He was the one who kept the peace in his family and being torn like that would have been hard. She knew that. Still, as much as she wanted to hear his side, the fact still stood that he was in Omaha and she was in Denver. Distance was never about miles. It was about their hearts.
“Paul says Morris is a nice guy.” Meg’s voice lifted, but Callie could tell she was barely holding on to her composure, too.
“I know. They’re all nice guys until they’re not.”
“How do you want to split the check?” Morris believed in what he called “the women’s liberation movement and all that”.
Callie was fine with paying for her half, but not after he’d had a 40-ounce steak that cost sixty dollars and six gin and tonics and she’d had the shrimp salad at twenty dollars and water.
“I’d invite you back to my place, but my roommate doesn’t allow it. Maybe we could go to your place?”
“No.” Not a chance in hell. Paul would hear from Callie in the morning before their next flight. This wasn’t a nice guy. He smelled like a middle school locker room with the amount of body spray and hair gel he was sporting. He constantly told her how much he could bench, lift, press, and squat. Morris thought a whole lot about himself and wasn’t afraid to share his thoughts, much to Callie’s dismay.
“We could always get a hotel?—”
Callie threw two twenties on the table and grabbed her jacket. “Morris, I’m going to leave, and I’d like you to never call me again.”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
Her jaw tightened. “What did you just call me?”
“I mean. We were having a nice evening. Why can’t it continue?”
“Because I said so. Good-bye.”
Callie pulled out her phone when she was outside. “What the hell, Paul?”
“Shit.”
“I don’t know what you think I want in a guy, but that’s not it.” Callie nodded to the valet to get her vehicle.
There was a long silence while the valet drove her car the ten feet from where it was parked. Callie slammed her car door as her phone beeped. She pulled it away to see another notification about that damn tic-tac-toe app on her phone. She’d tried to delete the program, but it seemed her phone had other ideas.
Paul cleared his throat. “Was Liam what you wanted in a guy, Callie? Is he the goal marker for every other man in your life from now on, like your father was before him?”
Her façade started to crumble. “Maybe.” Her heart almost hurt more knowing she’d run from what could have been special and all because of Trent. Again. “But forgiving him, it feels like I’m saying it was okay.”
“It’s not okay and Liam needs to tell you that, but maybe you need to forgive yourself for getting taken in by Trent again. I heard he showed today, and Meg thinks he was sincere.”
Callie hadn’t allowed herself to think about what he’d said. “I want to be okay again.”
“Sorry, Cal. I don’t know what to tell you. You met the man who was your match.”
