“I fell through the table. Rafe helped me up.” Callum’s eyes drop down, taking in the bare skin on display. Every exposed inch breaks out into goose bumps at his gaze. His cheeks turn pink and his lips tighten as he meets my eyes again. Kat is grinning in the corner. “And what happened to your dress?” he asks. “When I fell, the fabric caught on broken pieces of the table. It sort of ripped off when I stood.”
