His mother stared at him for a moment, clearly unimpressed by his choice of greeting. “Is that how you greet your mother?”
Callum leaned casually against the counter. His gaze shifted briefly toward Mia before returning to her. “And, as you can clearly see, I have a guest.”
Mia straightened slightly. “Good morning,” she said politely.
Callum’s mother looked at her. Her gaze lingered for a moment, moving from Mia’s oversized shirt to the slippers on her feet before finally settling on her face.
“I see the conversation we had the last time did absolutely nothing.”
Mia’s lips parted slightly.
His mother’s gaze swept over her. “You’re not really a smart girl, are you? Just as I thought.”
Callum’s expression hardened instantly. “Mother.”
The single word carried enough warning to make th
