really want to do to her.
Chapter Ten
Trinity
I was worried when Callahan arrived that he wouldn’t even make it through the front door. He surprised me by staying and by singing . I couldn’t shake that goofy grin off my face, convinced no man alive could be more beautiful than him. God, it wasn’t just his voice, or his command over the guitar, it was the way he played down to his soul, exposing his vulnerability as well as the strength he carries like a shield.
He smirks, while the rest of us laugh as Sean explains the disastrous night that made up his latest hook-up.
Sean spreads his hands, holding tight to his beer. “I swear that broomstick was this long. Cindy Anne starts screaming at her momma to stop and to let me get dressed, but that woman is possessed by hate―”
“And the fact you were having sex with her daughter on her and her husband’s bed,” Mason reminds him.
“Yeah. That, too. But anyway, that’s how I got this.”
We all groan when he drops his drawers and points to the welt on his right ass cheek.
“Aw, Sean,” Becca says. “You need to invest in man-scaping tools and weed-whack some of that shit.”
I think we’re having a good time, but as the night goes on, his attention seems to fade away. “I should go,” he tells me.
My hands fall away from him. “Why?”
“It’s late,” he says.
It’s not that late. But I suppose for someone who’s not used to being so social, this is a lot for him.
“Okay,” I answer, wishing I didn’t have to and forcing the next few words out. “I’ll walk you out.”
Instead of cutting through the interior which would be quicker, I take the long way through the yard and around the house, hoping he’ll follow me. Just because I don’t think I should stop him from leaving doesn’t mean I want him rushing out.
He stays by my side, keeping a leisurely pace, but careful not to get too close.
We reach the end of the driveway where he’s left his truck. I shift back and forth on my feet as he positions himself beside the driver’s side door, struggling to find the right words to say.
“I know parties aren’t exactly your thing,” I say. “But I hope you had fun.”
Okay. Not exactly the right words I think I need. But they’re true enough.
He watches me, falling back into deadpan silence I hoped was far behind us. Ordinarily, I’d make an obnoxious comment to stir a grin or maybe even a chuckle. But it doesn’t seem right at this moment. So instead of tapping into my playful side, I search my heart, hoping it will speak better than my mind.
I take a step forward, keeping my voice light. “You know, I was hoping you’d kiss me tonight, especially after you sang me that beautiful song.” I clasp my hands in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. “Am I crazy for thinking you might?”
“No. Not at all,” his deep voice rumbles.
I raise my head slowly, shock hitching my breath. Callahan edges back and opens the door. Instead of climbing in, he stretches his long body across the seats, slipping back out with a spray of gorgeous wildflowers.
“You brought these for me?” I ask, barely able to get the words out.
“No.” The corners of his mouth lift. “They’re for Sean seeing how I make his panties wet.”
I start to laugh, but it doesn’t last, because the way Callahan is looking at me is very different from the way he was looking at me seconds before. This expression is the perfect blend of sweetness and ardor, just as it was when he sang to me.
He doesn’t know that the song he chose is among my all-time favorites. Nor does he realize how his deep soothing voice and the gesture affected me. I want to tell him, but I’m not sure how to express something that touched me so deeply simply with words, especially now that the sadness he stows deep inside of him, finds its way to the surface.
I take a risk, and ask him what I’ve wanted to know since I first saw him. “Are you okay?”
When he
Chapter Ten
Trinity
I was worried when Callahan arrived that he wouldn’t even make it through the front door. He surprised me by staying and by singing . I couldn’t shake that goofy grin off my face, convinced no man alive could be more beautiful than him. God, it wasn’t just his voice, or his command over the guitar, it was the way he played down to his soul, exposing his vulnerability as well as the strength he carries like a shield.
He smirks, while the rest of us laugh as Sean explains the disastrous night that made up his latest hook-up.
Sean spreads his hands, holding tight to his beer. “I swear that broomstick was this long. Cindy Anne starts screaming at her momma to stop and to let me get dressed, but that woman is possessed by hate―”
“And the fact you were having sex with her daughter on her and her husband’s bed,” Mason reminds him.
“Yeah. That, too. But anyway, that’s how I got this.”
We all groan when he drops his drawers and points to the welt on his right ass cheek.
“Aw, Sean,” Becca says. “You need to invest in man-scaping tools and weed-whack some of that shit.”
I think we’re having a good time, but as the night goes on, his attention seems to fade away. “I should go,” he tells me.
My hands fall away from him. “Why?”
“It’s late,” he says.
It’s not that late. But I suppose for someone who’s not used to being so social, this is a lot for him.
“Okay,” I answer, wishing I didn’t have to and forcing the next few words out. “I’ll walk you out.”
Instead of cutting through the interior which would be quicker, I take the long way through the yard and around the house, hoping he’ll follow me. Just because I don’t think I should stop him from leaving doesn’t mean I want him rushing out.
He stays by my side, keeping a leisurely pace, but careful not to get too close.
We reach the end of the driveway where he’s left his truck. I shift back and forth on my feet as he positions himself beside the driver’s side door, struggling to find the right words to say.
“I know parties aren’t exactly your thing,” I say. “But I hope you had fun.”
Okay. Not exactly the right words I think I need. But they’re true enough.
He watches me, falling back into deadpan silence I hoped was far behind us. Ordinarily, I’d make an obnoxious comment to stir a grin or maybe even a chuckle. But it doesn’t seem right at this moment. So instead of tapping into my playful side, I search my heart, hoping it will speak better than my mind.
I take a step forward, keeping my voice light. “You know, I was hoping you’d kiss me tonight, especially after you sang me that beautiful song.” I clasp my hands in front of me, feeling suddenly shy. “Am I crazy for thinking you might?”
“No. Not at all,” his deep voice rumbles.
I raise my head slowly, shock hitching my breath. Callahan edges back and opens the door. Instead of climbing in, he stretches his long body across the seats, slipping back out with a spray of gorgeous wildflowers.
“You brought these for me?” I ask, barely able to get the words out.
“No.” The corners of his mouth lift. “They’re for Sean seeing how I make his panties wet.”
I start to laugh, but it doesn’t last, because the way Callahan is looking at me is very different from the way he was looking at me seconds before. This expression is the perfect blend of sweetness and ardor, just as it was when he sang to me.
He doesn’t know that the song he chose is among my all-time favorites. Nor does he realize how his deep soothing voice and the gesture affected me. I want to tell him, but I’m not sure how to express something that touched me so deeply simply with words, especially now that the sadness he stows deep inside of him, finds its way to the surface.
I take a risk, and ask him what I’ve wanted to know since I first saw him. “Are you okay?”
When he
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