dropped back to the pillow with another loud sigh that ended with âHey.â
She caught a small smile on Tomâs face. âYou always wake up so gracefully.â His voice was quiet and calm, pitched to wake a person up gently.
âMmm.â She tried to inject a matching amusement into her voice, but it sounded false even to herâlike a different kind of emotion entirely. Bitter. Silence built up until the two of them being on the bed together felt awkward.
Tom unfolded the leg heâd tucked under himself and set both feet on the floor, turning away from Calliope. âThey said you stopped by last night.â
Calliope stared at his back until the words made sense. âOh.â She finger-combed her hair out of her face and nodded. âYeah. The club. Yeah.â
âIâm sorry I didnât have you come back.â He glanced at her over his shoulder. âWe had a bad first set and I couldnât really talkâtrying to get my head on straight.â
âItâs fine,â she said. The words came out precise and short, and Calliope could see Tomâs shoulders tightenâshe sounded angry, and couldnât seem to stop it.
âOkay. I just wanted to apologize.â He stood up.
Calliopeâs chest tightened, and she said the first thing she could think of. âAnd . . . sneak into my house and watch me while I sleep.â
Tom turned. âWhat?â
Shit. âKidding. It just . . .ââshe pushed herself up to the head of the bed and drew her legs upââsurprised me. I donât wake up very well, right?â Tom didnât immediately reply. In the shadowed room, she couldnât make out his eyes. âWhatââ
âI made you some coffee.â He turned and walked out of the room.
Shit. âWait. Tom . . .â Calliope shoved the covers out of the way and rolled across the bed and to her feet. She was still wearing everything but her shoes from the previous nightâno surprise, since she only vaguely remembered getting home.
He was walking out of the kitchen and pulling on his jacket when she walked into the front of the house. âI didnât mean to show up where I wasnât invited,â he murmured, his eyes on anything but her. âYou showed up at the club.â
âI did,â she agreed.
âI figured you wanted to talk,â he continued as though she hadnât spoken.
âI did, â she repeated. âIâm sorry, I just made a bad joke. I didnât mean anything by it. Please.â
He glanced up at her, shoved his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the wall. Not great, but not leaving. She took what she could get.
âThank you,â she said, letting out a pent-up breath. âDo you want some of that coffee?â
He hesitated in the way he did when he didnât want to say what he was thinking; normally, Calliope found the habit irritating, but at the moment she was just as happy not knowing what was going through his head. âIâm good,â he replied. âAlready had too much today.â
And now you give him a little smile and ask if heâll still be there in a minute if you go in the kitchen and get some for yourself. Heâll like it.
But she didnât. A perverse part of her refused. Somehow, that was letting him win. Somehow, that was a bad thing.
The problem was it left her with nothing to say, even though sheâd been the one to stop him, and the silence between them built up again.
Tom saved her. âToby said you promised him youâd come back and sing sometime.â
Calliope let out a short, surprised bark of a laugh. âOh really?â She shook her head at the ceiling. âI think he might have been overstating my part of the conversation.â
âHe said you left pretty quick.â Tomâs eyes were still anywhere but on her. âWith a friend?â
âIt was