For a brief moment, I wanted to ask the question that gnawed at my insides the most: Why are you doing this? Why are you being so kind when you barely know me? But I didn't want to jinx this moment.
"Ready," I said instead, maintaining that confident gait as I linked my arm with his.
When we stepped outside, my eyes instinctively scanned the street for Callum's signature motorcycle, but instead of the sleek chrome and black leather I was expecting, my gaze landed on an equally sleek but decidedly more upscale black car parked at the curb.
"Where's your bike?" I turned to Callum, my brow furrowed in confusion.
He caught my expression and a grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I brought the car because I didn't want you to mess up your hair," he said, his voic
