Page 108 of Stolen Hearts


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“Bullshit!” she blurts. “That’s fucking bullshit!”

I grit my teeth. “Wealsodon’t know if there’s still a hit out there with your name on it until I meet with this jackass later today. I’m really, truly sorry, Callie. But it’s too dangerous.”

“You’regoing out!” she yells. “You go out every fuckingdaywhile I’m stuck here in this fucking apartment!”

“I’mme,” I grunt.

“And?!”

“And you’re you. I’m legitimately sorry, but until I know it’s safe, you’re not leaving.”

“The hell I’m not!”

“Callie. This isn’t a discussion.”

She glares at me, her mouth pursed shut. “This is sheerbullshit.”

I sigh, stepping into the walk-in closet that now contains both of our wardrobes. I pull on what has become my go-to outfit of dress pants, matching vest, and white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

When I step back into the bedroom a few minutes later, Callie looks as if she’s calmed down a bit.

“Hey.”

She lifts her eyes as I walk over to where she’s sitting glumly on the edge of the bed. I cup her jaw and tip her chin up to me.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. But I’m going to figure this out so we know for sure, okay?”

She nods. “It’s fine. I get it. I’ll just email the advisor I’m supposed to meet with about rescheduling. It’ll be okay.”

I nod as she stands. Suddenly, she’s stepping right up to me and leaning in close.

“Callie—”

My hand lands on her hip, stopping her.

“Look, I—”

“I’m a big girl, Castle,” she grins, rolling her eyes. “I already promised I wasn’t going to fall in love with you.”

“We’ve crossed a few lines since then,” I growl quietly, secretly relishing the way her face heats.

She’s thinking about last night.

So am I.

“And they wereveryfun,verynice, lines,” she says quietly, blushing. “But it doesn’t really change anything, right?”

I frown.

“You’re still emotionally unavailable. I’m still trying to figure out what I want…” She shrugs. “We’re stuck with each other for a year, and we’ve made it clear there won’t be other people involved. Right?”

“Right,” I growl, a bit more grit to my voice than I intended.

Callie grins and spreads her arms. “So? It’s the perfect arrangement!”

My teeth grind. Yeah, a perfect arrangement except for the fact that I get the distinct impression it’s more like Callie moving the goal posts.

“Callie—”

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