Try as she might, big flashing caution signs go off and on in her head every five minutes—like some flaring beacon, not to be ignored. Now that they’ve left the theater, she finds herself eyeing Jason from the passenger seat of his fancy car, wondering why he, of all people—college jock, gorgeous, rich, and seemingly charming—would want to pay for a date. Has he really been secretly pining away for me the last couple years? Callie chews her bottom lip, unsure what to think, and hating that Dean has gotten to her. Damn you, stupid bestie-brother-stand-in. She wants this date to go well. It may be a business transaction, but she hasn’t been out with a cute guy in ages. Not since that dope cheated on her last year. It had hurt Callie far more than she let on. Then again, maybe she hadn’t fooled anyone. At least not Dean. Maybe that’s why he’s acting so protective now. Yes, that explains it. She peers over at Jason, who gives her a sidelong glance and grins. Her stomach twirls.
What do You think about Claiming Callie: Part One?
