“I’m not sure I’ll ever let that go so long as I live.” I pull out my phone and show him the photo Isabelle sent me.
His mouth drops open. “She sent it to you?”
“Yup. Right before she promised to delete it off her phone.”
“So, you’re the only one with a copy?” He takes a step forward.
“No.” I’m concentrating so much on him encroaching in my space that I don’t notice my nose twitching until after it happens.
Goddammit.
He holds out his hand. “Let me see your phone.”
“Not happening.” I press the lock button on the side as I take another step back.
“Alana.”
“Callahan.”
“Give me the phone.”
“No.” My ass hits the counter.
Cal’s smile widens. “Gotcha.”
I fake left, but he anticipates the move and easily swipes the phone out of my hand.
“Cal!” I jump for the phone.
He raises it high above my head. “Just one moment.”
I’m no match for his height, so I pathetically bounce up and down. He gets distracted by my boobs at one point, staring at them like he hasn’t seen a pair in forever.
“Seriously?” I cross my arms.
He winks before unlocking my phone within three tries.
My mouth falls open. “Are you kidding me?”
“It’s cute your passcode is my birthday.”
“I didn’t—”0720.
Oh, shit.I totally did.
“I haven’t changed it since I was sixteen.” I offer a logical explanation.
“Sure, you haven’t.”
“It’s easy to remember.” At this point, I’m grasping for straws.
He opens the photo and deletes it before handing my phone back with a smile. “Here you go.”
“I knew I should have submitted it to a gossip magazine like Violet suggested,” I mutter under my breath.
“A pity indeed.” He walks away with the biggest smile on his face.
The next morning, I wake up to a crew of men from Lopez Luxury fixing the old dock. Hammers pound against the new planks of wood, the old ones nowhere to be seen.