"He loves me, He loves me not," She sighed plucking the last petal "He loves you sweetheart, " He said standing behind with a bouquet of roses and smiling like an idiot.
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I parked my bike at the gates, cutting the engine and kicking the stand down with a metallic clink. The Callahan charm better pull its weight today, because I was stepping straight into Ryan Lancaster's lair, and God help me if I made a wrong move.
I pulled off my helmet, running a hand through my hair as my phone buzzed. I tugged it out, seeing Cameron's name flash on the screen.
Oh, great. Exactly what I need right now.
I swiped to answer, putting it on speaker and setting the helmet on the seat."What do you want, Cameron?" I asked, already exasperated.
"Mate," his voice came through, laced with amusement, "tell me you're not actually doing this. You're walking into your future father in law's house willingly? Are you mad?"
I sighed, leaning back against my bike. "It's not a bloody battlefield. It's my girlfriend's home. I'm meeting her dad, not storming Normandy."
He burst out laughing, the kind of laugh that made you instantly regret saying anything at all. "You might as well be. You think he's gonna be all smiles and handshakes when his daughter brings her boyfriend home?"
I ran a hand over my face, muttering under my breath. "Why are you even calling me?"
"Because I want to be the first to say goodbye," he said, tone mock-serious. "This could be it for you. Do you have a will? Any last words? Should I start writing your obituary?"
"God, you're insufferable," I groaned. "It's not that serious."
"Not that serious?" His voice climbed an octave, as if I'd just declared the Earth flat. "Mate, the man you're about to face, probably has a dossier on you already. He knows your grades, your basketball stats, your Tinder history-"
"I don't have Tinder!" I shot back, exasperated.
"Well, you did. And you swiped on Isla by accident," he said with a laugh.
I groaned. "That was one time! And you've never let me live it down."
Cameron cackled, loud enough that I could hear Isla in the background shouting, "Stop it, Cam! You're a terrible influence!"
"Okay, but seriously," he said, regaining some composure, "He's going to look you up and down like you're a bloody science experiment."
"Thanks for the imagery," I said dryly, gripping the strap of the bag. "I'm sure this will go great for my nerves."
"What's in the bag, by the way?" he asked, curiosity creeping into his tone. "A peace offering? Or did you just bring a bunch of cash to bribe him into not killing you?"
