Callan's POV
The man on the other end of the phone must hear the irrational anger in my tone as when he answers me, he sounds much more awake than he did a few seconds ago.
‘What do you need Cal?’ he asks me, ‘and why is it so important, that you felt the need to ring me at eight am on a damn Saturday? Have you ever heard of a lie in my friend? Did you not get laid last night? is that what's got your knickers in a knot? Did you strike out at the club? If you’ve lost your touch, I can set you up with a woman who’d be happy to pretend you are still God’s gift, it's nothing to be ashamed of you know.’
My grip on my phone tightens at his teasing words, my irrational anger increasing a notch and I’m not even sure why. Usually, I’d take the man’s ribbing with a pinch of salt and give him back
