As evasive as ever.
“But where do you go?” I ask, needing more.
Knox chuckles nervously, squeezing my hand. “Come on, Jo Jo. Don’t give the man the third degree.”
“I was just curious.” I smile at my boyfriend—it’s really fun thinking of Knox like that—and lean in to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Where’s Blair tonight?”
My gaze immediately shifts to Cam and I notice how his expression shifts and changes, going completely neutral.
Hmm.
“Not sure.” Knox grabs his phone and starts tapping on it, sending a quick text. He waits, the response immediate and he says, “She’s at home.”
“You should invite her to hang out with us.” My attention remains solely focused on Cam and when his gaze meets mine, I see something in his eyes that makes me think he might be on to my game. I flash him a sweet smile. “I miss her.”
Knox keeps tapping at his phone, Cam and I studying each other, that same sweet smile plastered on my face while he wears a faint scowl.
The phone rings and Knox answers it, putting it on speaker so we can hear Blair’s voice in midsentence.
“…stop bugging me, Knox. I don’t want to go out tonight.”
“Come on, B. Just get your butt over here,” Knox encourages.
“Who are you with?”
“Who else would I be with? Jo Jo and the Duke of Camden.” Knox grins at us.
Cam keeps his scowl firmly in place.
“Oh.” Blair is quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t feel like pizza.”
“Give me a break. You love pizza.”
“And I look terrible.”
“It’s just us, Blair. We don’t care what you look like.” Knox’s gaze lifts to Cam’s. “You don’t care what my sister looks like, right?”
I hold my breath, waiting for his answer, knowing it could be damaging with Blair about to hear what he’ll say.
Cam drains the beer he’s been sipping on, slamming the bottle onto the table with a loud thunk. “Nope. Don’t care at all.”
“Really?” Blair sounds…pissed, not that I can blame her. Not that I can blame Cam for what he said either. “Are you drunk, Camden?”
“I’ve had one beer, Blair. Give me a fucking break,” Cam mutters.
“Hey, language,” Knox says mildly.
“I’m not a baby, Knox. I can handle it when Cam drops a fuck here and there,” Blair says snippily.
“Ouch, okay sorry.” Knox’s gaze meets mine, and I can tell he’s confused. “Are you coming or not?”
“You know what yes, I’m coming. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” The phone goes dead.
“Good. She needs to get out more. I’ve been worried about her.” Knox leans back in his seat, stretching out his legs, his thigh bumping against mine. “She never goes anywhere lately, and when I asked her about it, she got all sensitive on me.”
Cam makes a noise in agreement and I stare at him, just daring him to say something. Anything.
Of course he doesn’t.