Fight or Flight(52)

He bent his head toward me. Our kiss was slow, deep, sexy, and I felt I could rest easy knowing this man would miss this when he returned to Scotland.

The sound of a phone ringing ruined the moment, breaking our kiss.

I clasped his prickly cheek in hand. “You should go.”

“Tonight,” he said.

“Tonight,” was my answer.

Caleb nodded, satisfied. “Same time.”

“I’ll be there.”

With one last searing look, Caleb crossed the room, unlocked the door, and let himself out. I could only stare after him.

With him gone, reality came crashing back in and stayed there.

A miracle had happened.

I found myself feeling something for a guy. Actually, maybe, wanting to try out something real with him.

And he just happened to be the most brutally honest, commitment-phobic man I’d ever met.





Fifteen


Several days later I found myself standing on a checkered floor in a dark bar in Allston, wondering if inviting Caleb to come hear Vince’s band play was such a good idea after all.

The bar we were in was called Great Scott.

“I didn’t know,” I’d said to Caleb as we’d approached the building with the black awning over the front that had the words “Great Scott” in bold letters.

But Caleb had surprised me by halting, turning around, and capturing a selfie of himself with the awning in the background. I’d merely stood there beside a chuckling Harper, bemused by the uncharacteristic action. He’d shrugged when noting my bafflement. “For my wee sister. She’ll think it’s hilarious.”

“You have a sister?” Harper had asked as we strode inside the already busy bar.

From there Harper had grilled him a little about his family, and I now knew that he had brothers as well as sisters. His brother next to him in age was Jamie, thirty years old and a mixed-media artist who had found quite a bit of fame through social media (note to self to check out his social media accounts). Then there was Quinn. Caleb’s features strained as he clipped out the name, his gaze hardening. He divulged nothing about Quinn before moving on to their sister Fallon. She was twenty-eight and worked for the forestry commission. I didn’t know what that meant—I wanted to know, yet daren’t ask. I also wanted to know more about Quinn, but everything about Caleb screamed back off at the mere mention of him. After Fallon came Skye, a twenty-one-year-old junior whom Caleb sent the selfie to.

Now, as we drank beer and waited for Vince’s band to come on-stage, Harper continued to ask questions, making me fidget with discomfort. I was worried Caleb would think I’d put her up to it.

“Were your parents young when they had you?” she said to him.

He nodded. “My mum was only eighteen. My dad was twenty-one.”

“What do they do for a living if they had you so young? They couldn’t have had time for an education, popping out all those kids, right?”

I groaned inwardly. When Harper was curious about someone, her questions became blunt and almost interrogative.

To my relief, Caleb seemed merely amused by her. “My dad’s father owned a farm just outside of Linlithgow. The farm goes back four generations. My parents lived and worked there with my grandparents and when my grandfather passed away my dad took over the farm. It isn’t an easy life but it’s a good one. We learned tae work hard from a young age but we also had a very nice childhood.”

There he went surprising me again. Never would I have imagined that Caleb Scott had grown up on a working farm.

“And your parents are still there?”

“Aye. As is my gran. All still working away. Feeling the empty nest now that Skye’s off tae uni.”

“Well, Ava and I are envious as hell,” Harper said, speaking for us both, which might sound forward to some people, but I was used to it. And in this case, she was right. “It sounds idyllic growing up on a farm with four brothers and sisters, and parents that give a shit.”

I was mildly uncomfortable about how much she gave away in that one sentence, but Caleb had already been given an inkling of my unhappy family life from Patrice, so I decided to not let it bother me. Even as he skewered both of us with a questioning look. I nudged Harper discreetly, silently telling her to shut up.

Thankfully, she did. “Another beer?” she asked.

Caleb said he was fine but I asked for another and stood in silence by his side while Harper wandered over to the bar. Unfortunately, all the tables were already taken when we’d arrived, but somehow I didn’t think even having a table between us would have made this less awkward.

The rest of the week with Caleb had gone on in much the same way as the days before it. Nights spent together in his hotel room and me leaving for my own place once we were done. However, on Friday he’d asked me if I was free for lunch and we’d met at his hotel and dined at the Bristol Lounge. Trying to keep things not awkward or too personal, I invited conversation about his work and he vented to me more about the CFO that concerned him.

It turned out, after speaking with his own boss, that Caleb wasn’t just in Boston as part of a networking trip. The big guys in Tokyo were concerned about the North American division’s performance. They decided they wanted someone to take a look into the division’s finances and overall situation, and so Caleb’s boss in Glasgow had offered up Caleb, knowing if there was a problem he’d spot it.