Page 40 of Callum

"Darling, always the charmer."

Lynn cleared her throat and had Callum remember where he was and that other people were around.

"Pardon me," He said smoothly. "Bianca, this is Lynn-"

"I have seen your photos on the internet and billboards. You are an actress." The beautiful eyes wandered over Lynn's face and dismissed her instantly before turning to the others around the table. Lynn watched Callum continue making the introduction, the woman's hand still nestled in his.

"How long have you been in town?"

"A month or two to tie up some old business." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "We should have lunch and catch up."

"Of course."

"I will call your office and set something up." Moving away, she flicked a glance at Lynn. "Nice to meet you."

Lynn forced herself not to be bothered by the woman's attitude or Callum's distraction. He was not looking over at the table where Bianca was seated, but it was evident that his attention was not on theirs.

She waited until they were on their way home - for him to bring her up, and when he didn't, she did.

"Who is she?"

"Bianca Bellacort."

"I know her name, Callum. She is the sister of an Italian prince and is very high profile. You were involved with her not quite two years ago."

He glanced at her as he turned into the private road leading to his loft. "It looks like you are all caught up." Coming to a stop, he opened his door. Before he could open hers, she was out, dragging the coat around her as the January chill seeped through her black cashmere dress.

"She is beautiful."

"Yes." Keying in the code, he pushed the door open and ushered her in. "Go on upstairs; I will be right there."

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked her mildly.

Opening her mouth to say something else, she decided against it and went up the stairs. Sitting on the side of the sofa, she slipped out of her boots and massaged her feet thoughtfully. Something had changed, and she would be a fool to think otherwise. Rising, she slipped out of the dress and put on the nightgown she had brought.

Ten minutes had elapsed, and he still had not come up. Picking up the remote, she turned the television on and scrolled restlessly and without interest. She had settled on a romantic comedy and was half listening to the dialogue when he walked in.

"Sorry about that. Had a call to make."

"Was it her?"

"Pardon?" He sat on the edge of the sofa and took his shoes off.

"Bianca."

"I had a business call to make." He gave her a cool look. "What's going on?"

"You tell me. Ever since she walked into the restaurant, you have been off. It's as if I am invisible. Look, if you want to pick things up with her, then be man enough to tell me to get out of your life."

His eyes flickered. "I don't appreciate your tone or this conversation." He told her stiffly.

"You were involved with her."

"I was, yes. So?"

"And I saw the two of you together. You could not take your eyes off her."

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