CALLIE'S POV
The restaurant was one of those upscale places with cloth napkins and prices that made me wince—Renan's choice, not mine. But he'd insisted on treating me to a nice lunch after the stress of the past few weeks, and I wasn't about to argue.
I was early, as usual, sitting at a corner table scrolling through my phone while I waited. The hostess had mentioned Renan called to say he'd be fifteen minutes late due to some unavoidable delays.
So I didn't immediately notice when someone slid into the chair across from me.
"Callie Morgan, right?"
I looked up to find a stunning woman in her late twenties, all glossy hair and perfect makeup, wearing a designer dress that probably cost more than my monthly rent. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
She looked familiar, I recogni
