I came out and saw Callahan was sitting on his chair while his chin rested on his fist. The food was hot and vapor came out of the dishes as I neared the kitchen slab. I was still in my bathrobe.
"Earth to Callahan?" I said and managed to get his attention as his eyes moved toward me.
I raised my brow. "What happened?"
I tried to study his face but other than a blank face which had a chiseled jaw and a pointed nose and beautiful green eyes, I found nothing. Alright! I was bad at reading people's faces. But he seemed like something was bothering him.
"Nothing," he said with his usual tight-lipped smile. "C'mon, eat while it is hot."
One thing I knew from spending time with Callahan was that, even if he was troubled or planning some evil-ish plan, he would not spill anything. But the
