Chapter 12
TWELVE
CALLUM
- Present Day -
I must be hallucinating. Must be out of my goddamn mind. There is no way she would be here, of all places. Some sick and twisted part of my brain had to have made it up in I don’t even know what? A misguided attempt to show me once again how badly I screwed up? Fuck this.
I move to exit the locker room, throwing my discarded towel into the laundry bin before I cross over to the door.
I need a drink. And not like, a ‘sit alone by myself and wallow in self-pity’ kind of drink.
No, I need to go out with the guys and distract myself from my chaotic thoughts.
Maybe find someone to try and get my mind off things.
Hell, I’m not usually one for hooking up with puck bunnies, but tonight might just be the damn exception to the rule for me.
“Hey man, we still planning on heading out to celebrate at Callahans?” I toss over my shoulder to Bash as he and Nate walk up behind me.
“Yeah, we just need Newbie and then we’re good to go.” Nate confirms, stepping behind me into the hall. “Speaking of. . .” He clears his throat, whistling low, and I look over to my left to see what has caught his attention.
“Oh my gosh! Don’t let this go to your already over-inflated ego or anything, but you were incredible out there!” A melodic voice carries across the hall, and for the second time in an hour, my world comes crashing to a halt.
“Damn that’s one curvy goddess. Way to go, Newbie.”
Nate’s voice fades into the background, his words not fully registering because this time, there is no mistaking it.
No hallucination could be this beautiful, this perfect.
The woman’s voice registers deep inside my mind, on an almost subconscious level; I would know that voice anywhere.
Turning, a wide grin spreading across my face, at the incredible surprise, my dream morphs into a nightmare as I see Sutton, my Shorty , in the arms of Jonah fucking Davies and I freeze.