Chapter 30 Don't Pretend You're Not Mine

• Odette’s POV
• Callum had made the dinner reservation at a place too nice for someone trying to keep their hands to themselves. Candlelight. Private corner booth. Cloth napkins that would end up on the floor. He hadn't said a word yet, but I saw it in his eyes the second I slid into the seat across from him in a black slip dress that hugged every curve.
• His jaw flexed. His hand gripped the edge of the table.