ELLA POV
I finished my drink and went looking for the bathroom before Agatha convinced me I needed another.
The hallway toward the back of the bar was narrow and much quieter than the main room. I did my business, washed my hands, and had barely stepped out when someone moved directly into my path.
Someone Cami had apparently branded into our frontal lobe.
Fucking Callahan.
Just my luck.
He was leaning one shoulder against the wall, looking cocky, vaguely flirty, and entirely too pleased with himself.
“Biltmore.”
I stopped.
Every trace of Saturday Ella evaporated.
“Callahan.”
His gaze traveled slowly over me, and I swear I could feel tiny spiders crawling everywhere it touched.
Creep.
“You clean up nice.”
Double creep.
Apparently I wasn’t allowed to properly put him in his p
