“You live to fluster me,” he said. Not quite an admonishment, it was more an acknowledgment of a truth that’s always been there. When we met, Callum was so guarded, I read him as frosty, but really he was a current of heat trapped under an igloo. And I was the only one allowed in his circle of protective warmth. “Only because it distracts you from the game.” I snatched his queen. “Cheating little shite.” A blush infused his cheeks, and he gave me a long, searching look.
