All through dinner, I’m all too aware of Callum’s presence beside me, his warmth and familiar steadiness. Every so often, he leans close to whisper comments or bring up a memory or private jokes. It’s almost like old times, except I can’t stop thinking about the pressure I’m under. And I can’t escape Rafe’s gaze, which counteracts Callum’s steadiness by making me feel unsettled. Thankfully the tension between him and Callum eases as we move through the meal.
