Page 80 of Shadows Relived
After a heavy make-out session, they slipped back inside just as Andy murdered another chorus ofSweetCarolinewhen Elvis finally stood and grunted, “You got a second mic or what?”
Ronette whooped so loud someone dropped a drink.
Meaghan turned toward Callen, hand still wrapped in his. “I think your friend has a fan.”
Callen watched Elvis step onstage, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “She had no idea what she’d be getting herself in for.”
Meaghan smirked. “Oh, I think he’d be the one in trouble.”
And for the first time in a long, long time, Callen McHollister felt like the war was over.
And maybe, just maybe, the rest of his life, a life he walked away from over a decade ago, was finally ready to begin.
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