Chapter Twenty-One
Becca
All the way through Callum being at my house yesterday, the same question had been running through my mind. Was Callum just a friend, or did I see him in another way entirely?
After he'd left, and I'd got Laurel settled and in bed, I'd sat on my sofa with a glass of wine and replayed the evening in my head. I'd already spent the time before he came for dinner replaying every piece of conversation from our lunch over and over, and now I had another couple of hours of conversation to try to decipher too. I'd never been very good at this dating lark to start with. It was why my friend had set me up on the blind date with Rob in the first place. She'd felt I'd needed a helping hand.
My whole thought processes were pointless. I had absolutely no clue whether Callum
