ROMAN
Crazy. I guess that's the only word to describe how I was acting. Like some i***t teenager who didn't know any better. A freaking teenager.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way—not at my age. And yet, here I was, restless and wired, my head full of one girl.
That little Callahan girl was messing with me in ways I didn't want to admit. She was under my skin, lodged in my veins, and the truth hit me so hard I almost laughed. I was getting attached to her.
Attached. To Eve Callahan.
The thought alone made my stomach twist. I was supposed to be planning a wedding with her older sister, but instead, I was thinking about what it would be like to call off the entire engagement. To stand in front of her parents, to look them in the eye, and tell them the truth: Sorry, I want t
