**Callan
It was like my body felt her presence before I even saw her. An uncomfortable weight settled on my shoulders, and my desire to breathe or work or do anything just totally dissipated.
When I heard my office door open, I didn't even look up. I knew her by the clack of her high heels on the marble tile, by the smell of her too-sweet perfume.
“What are you doing here?" I muttered without looking up from my computer.
Catherine chuckled lightly and didn't hesitate to invade my personal space by coming around my desk and spinning my chair to face her. She leaned down near my face.
“C'mon, babe," she crooned. “That's no way to greet your future wife."
In the corner of my eye I saw a familiarly-shaped shadow rush away. “Hah… I seriously don't know how to get it through your dense
