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And right at me.
A woman in black yoga pants and a black hoodie, with the hood pulled up.
I frown, shivering when I feel something cold pierce into me. A moving truck roars through the intersection. And when it passes…she’s gone.
“Get in the damn car, Callie.”
* * *
Marrying Castle felt bizarre enough.But it’s coming “home” to a house I’ve been to a couple hundred times as a guest that feels even weirder. So does seeing the few suitcases full of my clothes and random shit sitting in the foyer that Kratos brought over earlier today.
There’d been some talk of Castle getting a new place now that he’s officially the head of the Kildare organization. But instead he opted to stay here, in the house he’s lived in for the last ten years or so.
Honestly, I get that.
One of my worst fears about marrying Luca—I mean, aside from the probable abuse, sexual assault, and abject misery—was the idea of having to move out of our family home on Central Park South.
Sure, I lived in London for a number of years. But it never felt like home the way the English manor on top of the building over the park did. So I do understand why Castle wants to stay here. And if Idohave to move out of my house and into his—because again, that’s part of the image we have to portray—I kind of love that it’s not some totally random, unknown space.
It’s the Kildarehome. A house I know. A house I’ve slept in probably a dozen or so times.
And that’s comforting.
At least, it’s comforting until we walk into the third-floor library. That’s when the silent tension that’s been brewing since we left the Drakos estate finally comes to a head. The second we step into the room, he suddenly whirls, his eyes stabbing into me.
“What?” I mutter.
“What?” he hisses quietly. “What?”
“I…don’t understand the question?”
His eyes burn into mine. “You want to tell me what thefuckthat was back there?!”
I stare blankly at him. “You mean the wed—”
I gasp as he surges into me, grabbing my wrist hard.
“You know what thefuckI’m talking about, Callie,” he snaps. “I meanthat kiss.”
I blink. “Excuse me?!”
“Exactly which of thetwofucking rules—which are ‘redundant’ as you yourself so gleefully pointed out to me—did you not understand?”
I stare at him in disbelief. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I was briefed on the rule where you’re a giant fucking asshole now! What thefuck?! You think I orchestrated all that?!”
“Well?”
I roll my eyes. “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that? Ifell, Castle.”
“This isn’t a goddamn game, Callie.”
“Yeah, hard agree, so far, this marriage is a fucking walk in the park!” I scowl, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you seriously think I fuckingfell on purpose, just to…what, gamble on the ridiculous odds of you falling backward after me, and me landing exactly on top of you and head butting you with my mouth? I mean, what are the chances?” I glare at him. “Castle, you’ve got some gall to accuse me of breaking these fucking rules of yours. Are we even calling that a kiss?”
“They’reourrules, not mine,” he snaps. “And I know you love breaking rules.”
“Yeah? Well, sucks to be you then, buddy. Cause you’re stuck with me for a year. Guess you got shackled to a problem child.”
“Childbeing the operative word.”
