“Callahan?” I say. “Did you hear me?” “I heard you.” He looks at me until I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Why?” “Because he won’t leave me alone.” His voice is sharp as he says, “Won’t leave you alone how?” “It’s fine—” “Like hell it’s fine.” The grip on his beer tightens. “Has he been harassing you?” My face feels like it’s on fire. “Not . . . really. He’s just not listening to me. He keeps ignoring what I’m saying, and even what I tried to show him when I . . . when we . . .”
