“Alejandra…” Sofia laughed. “You should definitely go and talk to him, because I had to scare Jamie off from flirting with him. So, either you go and get what’s yours, or someone else will.”
“Jamie?ThatJamie?” Alejandra screeched again.
“Yep.” Sofia casually motioned her forward.
Alejandra let out a dramatic sigh, flipped her off, and turned around.
Nope. There was no way Callum was getting stolen by that fake-ass Jamie. Callum was hers. Or at least…No. How could he be hers? They’d only slept together once. Okay, fine. Not once. Multiple times. One amazing night. Multiple positions. But that was before. That was the old Alejandra. The freer, flirtier version.Now? She was nervous. Broken. Wrapped in a sling. No competitions ahead. No goals to chase. Why would Callum want this version of her?
She took a deep breath and walked back toward where she had seen him. He was talking to two volunteers—evident by the lettering on their T-shirts—and she took a second to really look at him.
His hair was cropped short, not shaved, just neatly cut, almost the same length as his beard. When he smiled, those damn dimples appeared. He was wearing a suede jacket over a gray sweater and jeans. Unfairly hot.
After a long sigh and a lot of mental pep talk, she approached the stand, and the two volunteers instantly spotted her. Their eyes widened and they stopped mid-sentence.
“Oh my God, we’re huge fans,” the girl gushed in Portuguese.
“How’s your arm?” the guy asked.
“Hi,” Alejandra said, slightly thrown off, especially by the way Callum’s amused gaze locked onto hers. Those two were destroying her moment. “It’s the shoulder, actually. And it’s... it’s doing good.”
“Gosh, we really wanted to see you surf. You have such amazing technique. When do you think you’ll—”
“Why don’t you both go grab some of the supplies?” Callum interrupted in English, his voice calm but firm. “I need those cardboard panels. Alejandra will still be here when you’re back.”
They blinked, nodded quickly, and scampered off.
Callum leaned casually against the divider of the stall, one elbow resting on the wood, smirking in that maddeningly charming way, dimples fully on display.
“Hello, Alejandra.”
Joder. That voice. Low, warm, controlled. It slid down her spineand settled somewhere deep in her belly before she could stop it.
“Hello, Callum,” she managed to say, hoping her voice sounded steadier than she felt.
24
CALLUM
Vas A Quedarte - Aitana
FlusteredAlejandra was a sight to behold.
He’d met a very forward version of the brunette in front of him at the wedding—confident, charming, playful. But now? Now she looked... nervous. And it only made her more beautiful.
“How’s your shoulder? Sofia told me you needed to rest after the car ride,” he asked, leaning on the stall divider, smiling gently.
“It’s good,” she replied, even though she winced slightly when she tried to adjust her left arm in the sling.
“After three months I still have problems with it. It’s... kind of annoying. I need help for the most basic things like changing.”
He grinned. “You know you can always call if youneed help.”
“Five seconds in and you’re already offering to undress me?” Alejandra shot back with a grin.
There she was.
The spark. The mischief. The no-filter Alejandra he couldn’t get out of his head.
