Page 103 of Screwed
He’d already confessed to Beau, and their friendship was probably history. He had to go to Callie. But there was one thing he had to do first.
…
Callie was about to lock the door and flip the sign toclosedwhen Beau walked into Caked.
Great. Just what she needed.
She reluctantly introduced him to Ginnie, who recognized the name, her eyes widening.
“We need to talk, Callie,” Beau said.
Ginnie shot Callie a look. “Kevin’s picking me up right at six. We’re going to a concert. I hope that’s okay.”
Callie smiled at her, even though it would have been great to make up an excuse for Ginnie to stay. “That’s totally fine, Ginnie. See you tomorrow.”
She locked up the shop and turned the cute sign on the door fromopentoclosed.
With Ginnie gone, she turned to face Beau. “I’ve told you before, we have nothing to talk about.”
“Yeah, honey, we do.”
Her senses went on alert at the gentle tone of his voice. This was different.
“Cash told me about you two.”
Her eyes flew open wide, and she took a step back, bumping into the counter. “What?”
“He spilled his guts. Not sure why.”
“H-he told you?” Um, she still wasn’t sure exactly what Cash had said. How much should she admit to?
“Yeah.”
She studied Beau. “Are you upset?”
“I was. I was fucking pissed as hell, if you want the truth.”
“Oh no.” Cash’s black eye…had they fought? Her heart thumped. “Oh God, Beau. Did you hit him?”
“Yeah.” He grimaced. “Don’t worry, he hit me back.” He winced as he fingered his jaw. “He let me get in one good shot, probably because of his guilty conscience, but he’s apparently been keeping a lot of anger bottled up inside, because he laid in to me, too.” He sighed. “And I deserved it.” He eyed her. “I’m sorry I cheated on you, Callie.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. He’d never said that to her. Never.
“Callie…do you love him?”
She swallowed and twisted her fingers together. “I do. I didn’t mean to fall in love with him…but I did.” She paused and whispered, “I’m sorry, Beau.”
His face tightened, but he shrugged. “I get it.”
Was this some kind of weird dream?
“He thinks you were using him to get back at me.”
She rolled her lips in, guilt stabbing at her for what she’d said.
“That’s not true, is it?”
“No,” she admitted.
