Page 34 of Screwed
His gut turned to stone. “True.”
“Come on, let’s go buy Aaron and Jed some drinks and see if we can seal this deal.”
He followed Beau into the clubhouse.
…
What the hell had she been thinking?
Callie spent the rest of Saturday figuratively kicking her own ass for seducing Cash.
Scorching mortification swept over her as she lay in bed that night, eyes closed, remembering how she’d come on to him so strongly. That was so not like her.
And yet…her body still tingled and ached. She sucked briefly on her bottom lip, pressing a hand to her lower belly. What was happening?
Cash had blamed it on endorphins. And there was no doubt she’d been feeling funny after the tattoo. But it was more than just hormones…it was Cash.
She kept noticing things about him that she never had before. Or if she had, it had been in a different way. She’d always known objectively that he was good-looking, but now…every time she was around him, he made her knees go soft. Her sex clench. Her body quiver with awareness.
And then he’d bolted.
God.
She squeezed her eyes closed tighter. How humiliating. He’d been so appalled and guilt ridden, he couldn’t get away fast enough.
She shouldn’t have done that. She didn’t want to lose Cash’s friendship, and she sure didn’t want to jeopardize his relationship with Beau. She’d just have to ignore that tug of attraction, that weak-kneed, belly-heating pull she felt any time she saw him. Which she probably wouldn’t, after what had happened. He’d no doubt be staying far away from her, and…she couldn’t blame him.
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When Callie logged on to Facebook Sunday morning, she was surprised to see a private message from one of her UT sorority sisters, Melanie Walden, who she hadn’t seen for quite a while.
Callie! I saw the picture of the cake you made! I need to talk to you ASAP!
Huh? Callie made a face and typed in a response.
Hi, Melanie. What’s up? Call me.
She added her phone number.
Her photos of her macarons and cookies and cakes had been getting lots of attention on Instagram and Facebook, which was cool. Today she was going to take more pics, but she was going to do it right, with appropriate lighting and background. She’d taken some photography classes in college, so she had a few basic skills.
She’d been baking way too much lately, she knew that, but it helped soothe her. Maybe it was an escape, but she loved it, and creating something, something beautiful even, gave her a feeling of accomplishment that had been lacking in her life for so long.
That feeling had never come from putting together an outfit for Lydia Carmichael, or picking the perfect scarf to accessorize Carolina Ainsworth’s new suit. Or from being the perfect hostess when she and Beau entertained clients. She wasn’t even sure if she could articulate why this was different, but it was.
Her cell phone chirped with an incoming call, and she picked it up. No caller was identified, but she tapped the screen and answered. “Hello.”
“Callie?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Melanie. Melanie Walden.”
“Hi, Melanie. How are you?”
They made some polite small talk, even though Callie was curious about why Melanie was calling and she sensed Melanie’s impatience, too. Finally Melanie got to the point.
“I’m getting married next weekend. You may have heard.”
