He chuckles, surprising me. He removes his mirrored aviators and gazes at me with a pair of gorgeous dark eyes that remind me of Callum’s. They have the same piercing sharpness, a way of looking through you as if they can see straight down into your soul.
“Hi. I’m Emery. But you already know that.”
“I do. Pleased to meet you. And I’m not here to throw you off a cliff, so you can rest easy.”
“Are you the detective Callum has had spying on me?”
He curls his upper lip. “Detective? Bloody hell. Do I look like I’m on a police payroll?”
“Actually, no. You do not. I apologize. I wasn’t trying to be insulting.”
He chuckles again. For such a big, intimidating guy, his tendency to do that is pretty disarming.
“How many of those cocktails have you had, lass?”
“About forty-seven, but it’s stil
