CALLUM
He didn’t answer, but his eyes stayed locked on me.
I rolled the bottle between my palms and leaned my shoulder against the wall again.
“You think I’m following her around just to get under your skin?” I said. “That I woke up one morning and decided my new hobby would be staging some elaborate revenge play for your benefit?”
I gave a dry chuckle.
“That’s some wild s**t even for me.”
His gaze stayed sharp, suspicious.
I shrugged.
“Look, I do plenty of stupid things,” I admitted. “But orchestrating some emotional chess game just to make you jealous?”
I tilted my head.
“That’s not my style.”
Ethan crossed his arms.
“Then what is?”
I looked at him for a second, weighing how much I actually felt like explaining.
Finally I lifted the bottle and pointed it loosely in his dire
