Chapter Twenty-Four
Callum
It was Friday evening and Silas had dragged me out to the pub. After fetching us both a pint he sat across from me and took a few large gulps from his.
"Steady on, bro. You been working up a thirst?" I asked him.
"Sure have." He winked. "Now, spill. Where have you been going every night this week?" He leant closer to me.
"How do you know I've been going anywhere? You're never in."
"Hmmm, not answering the question. Are you seeing someone, Callum Waite?"
I sniggered at him. "Look at you. Never had you pegged as a gossip queen. Hanging around with all those housewives is rubbing off on you."
"Yeah, instead of him rubbing off on them." Came a familiar voice as Milo took a seat at the side of us.
Silas rolled his eyes. "We need another pint each, Miley. Then
