I pick it up off of the work bench, seeing Evan’s name flashing across it for the fifth time today. Fuck. I hit the ignore button, sending it to voicemail. I’m sure he’s wondering what the hell happened last night when I stormed out of his house like a lunatic. Scratch that, I’m sure he’s calling to bust my chops about it because he knows exactly what happened. He knows I like Callie and he’s going to give me non-stop hell about it. I don’t just cuddle with women at odd hours of the night. I don’t do that shit. Ever. Unless they’re naked. I got so damn pissed off at Callie last night when she blatantly lied to Evan about why I came there. She was obviously embarrassed to be caught with me and it pissed me the fuck off. Am I that bad of a guy where a girl like her wants me only as a secret? Women would pay for me to be in public with them and here’s the girl I want keeping me locked away in a fucking closet like some wicked stepchild. For a second last night, I thought about what it would be like to have her in my arms all the time.
