CALHOUN’S POV
The moment the call ended, I just sat there for a second, staring at the phone like it had personally offended me. Her voice,barely a whisper, trembling, unsure…had cracked something open inside me that I’d been trying to lock down since the night in the bathroom.
Now it was eleven-thirty. Half an hour before I was supposed to meet her.
Half an hour, and I was trapped in a room with twelve board members debating profit margins like it was the meaning of life.
“…quarterly projections indicate—”
Someone was talking, I think. Someone important. But I wasn’t listening. My brain kept replaying her little gasp when she recognized my voice. The way she stuttered. Like she felt me… like her body remembered me the same way mine remembered her.
“Sir… Sir?”
One of the older boar
