But I made the bet with Cam too. Even though he said kissing doesn’t count, he might change his mind and view my encounter with Joanna as breaking my celibacy vow and I’ll owe them money. And while losing the money doesn’t matter that much to me, losing in general does. I don’t like to lose.
Ever.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell Cam, rising to my feet. I lift my arms above my head, stretching out my cramped frame from having to sit in that shitty booth all night, and when my gaze shoots in Joanna’s direction, I find she’s already watching me.
I smirk at her and she looks away.
Ha. Caught her checking me out.
“Let’s go.” Cam appears at my side, and instead of walking straight out of the bar, I stop at the table where my sister sits, pointing at her like a jackass.
“Don’t leave with anyone but these two.” I point at Natalie and Joanna.
Blair rolls her eyes. “Sure Dad.”
Natalie giggles. Joanna keeps her head bent.
“See you around, Blair,” Cam drawls.
My sister actually blushes. “Good night, Camden.”
I slap my best friend in the chest. “Stay away from her.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” He slaps me in the chest in return, making all three women laugh.
“Come on, Knox. Leave him alone,” Blair says, taking Cam’s side.
No surprise. She’ll do anything to go against me. She’s always been contrary like that.
“We’ll make sure she gets home safely,” Joanna reassures, her eyes glowing when they meet mine.
“Thank you,” I tell her, hoping she can sense how sincere I am.
Feels like no one is on my side tonight, except possibly…
Joanna.
The moment we’re in Cam’s truck and headed back to our place, he lays into me with the questions.
“What’s going on with you and Joanna?”
“Nothing.” I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.
“Liar. I know you were trying to play it off like you were watching out for Blair, but I eventually realized you weren’t staring at her. You were staring at the pretty brunette. Joanna, right?”
I crack open my eyes when he says the word pretty. “Stay away from her.”
“Again, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m a grown-ass man and you’re warning me off of grown ass women. If we want to hook up—”
“You try and hook up with her and I’ll have your nuts in a sling,” I threaten.
Cam just grins, the sadistic bastard. “Which her are you referring to? Blair or Joanna?”
Joanna. Not that I can admit that.
“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter.
“It kind of does. I’m curious. Do you have a thing for the tutor?” Cam hesitates, turning onto the main drag that leads to campus and our apartment complex. “Did you hook up with her?”