Callie
I moved through the kitchen, my fingers brushing over the cool countertop, but my mind wasn’t on breakfast.
The smell of coffee lingered in the air, and the morning sunlight slanted across the countertop.
Every corner of the room blurred around me as I replayed Mary’s smile. I could still feel her prying at my insecurities, making me doubt myself in ways I hadn’t felt in years.
My stomach tightened at the thought, a mix of frustration and unease twisting inside me.
And then there was Grayson. His dark, unreadable gaze haunted my memory, following me with an intensity that left me shivering in ways that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
“Callie,” Grayson’s voice cut through my thoughts. He was leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like he
