Page 10 of He Loves Me Knot

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Page 10 of He Loves Me Knot

“That was disgusting. And ImeantMum wants you to forgiveher, not Sophia.”

“Well, I don’t see either of those options happening.” His building swam into view, and he crossed the street toward it.

“You know I support you no matter what, Cal, but . . . listen to you. You’re miserable. And I can’t remember the last time I saw you truly happy. You won’t find what you’re looking for in a bottle of scotch or between some random woman’s legs. Your solutions aren’t working, and I’m genuinely worried about you. It’s been five years. If you’re still so hung up on Sophia?—”

“Fuck, no. There’s a difference between dreading seeing herandMum and being hung up on her.”

Seriously? Is that what she believes?This hadnothingto do with Sophia and everything to do with not wanting to see Mum. Sophia being there made it worse, but not by much.

“Yes, because you’ve moved on so brilliantly.”

“I’m fine.” Callum scowled, his words sounding slightly slurred even to his own ears. The last thing he wanted was one of Isla’s lectures right now. “Listen, I’m home now. I’ll text you tomorrow after I land.”

“You’d better. Let me know how things go with Mum.”

He punched in the code on the building’s security keypad as he hung up, then started up the stairs. Whatever idiotic idea had possessed him to live on the top floor now taunted him as he gripped the rail, feeling as though he might fall back at any moment.

He hadn’t been this drunk for a long, long time.

No wonder he’d almost slipped up with Miranda.

Reaching his door at last, he unlocked it, then headed straight for the loo.

Morning would be here, unforgivingly, soon enough and he still had a flight to pack for.

At least the flight would be uneventful.

ChapterThree

In the grandscheme of things, the lack of coffee made everything worse.

Lydia hadn’t worried about it when Elle had let her know the flight time had been changed. Five thirty in the morning wasn’t so different from six thirty.In theory.

But an international flight meant she had to beatthe airport at three thirty at the latest.

And security was a breeze at that time of the morning, so by four, she was already in the departures gate waiting for her flight, which wouldn’t be boarding for another hour.

And no coffee shops in London Heathrow were open at four.

But really, that had seemed like less of a problem until she’d seenhim.

Liddy’s grip on her carry-on bag tightened, and her eyes bored at his bent, dark head. He appeared to be dozing in his seat, his long legs spread out in the aisle.

Callum freaking Scott.

Of all the damn luck in the universe.

Not that this was a coincidence, or even bad luck, really. They were both in the wedding party. Both heading down to Costa Rica for her sister’s wedding. And, thanks to Elle and Quinn’s generosity, the happy couple had even arranged and paid for travel and accommodations for their bridal party.

But if Liddy had known Callum was going to fly down at the same time as she was, she would have begged for another flight.

God, he even sleeps like a cocky asshole.If that was possible. Liddy gritted her teeth.

She would just sit at the other end of the boarding area, hoping he wouldn’t see her or sit near her. She could handle this. It wasn’t like she didn’t deal with him every day.

But never before coffee.

And also never when she was looking like this.




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