Book 5: A Little White Lie

Cal

Coming home to find Heidi waiting for me was an unexpected, but very welcome, surprise. After the day I had at the bar, dealing with countless business deals that went wrong–not to mention getting nowhere with the threat of the cartel looming over our heads–I planned on coming home and drowning myself in whiskey until I passed out and forgot this day ever happened.

But as soon as I spotted Heidi on my couch, wearing nothing but my Knicks shirt, her toned legs exposed, my brain short-circuited, making me momentarily forget about my bad day. Taking a more thorough look at her though, I could tell she was pissed off.

‘Why?’ was the first question that came to mind. When I left this morning, we seemed fine. She seemed fine. She never mentioned the ‘I love you’ thing again, and I figured the best move was to pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe she regretted it. Maybe she wanted me to pretend I hadn’t heard. Was that a bad move on my part? Was that why s