He smiled.
“Accurate.”
“Love.”
His breathing changed.
“Did I like that?”
“You pretended not to.”
“What did I call you?”
“At work, Callahan when you were annoyed.”
“Were you annoyed often?”
“You enjoyed the sound.”
“What else?”
“Captain.”
Noah laughed softly.
“You own a boatyard.”
“You thought it was hilarious.”
“It is.”
“Privately…”
I stopped.
“What?”
“You called me Cal.”
His head lifted.
“From Callahan?”
“Yes.”
“Did anyone else?”
“No.”
The name seemed to interest him.
“Cal.”
Every muscle in my body reacted.
Noah saw it.
“That one matters.”
