“Oh, no! I’m sorry!” Cami gets on her knees and lifts the box, proceeding to dump all the contents.
“I got it. Don’t worry about it.” I climb down the ladder.
She holds up a photo with a big smile. “Look! It’s you and Cow-l holding hands!”
Of all the photos she found, it had to be the one of him and me at the Strawberry Festival six summers ago.
“Mm-hm.” I pluck the photo from her hands and drop it into the box.
Her head tilts. “Do you like him, Mommy?”
“We were friends.”
“Like kissing friends orfriendsfriends?”
Por el amor de Dios.“Just friends.”
A rare frown crosses her face.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she replies with a tone that says the opposite.
You need to be more careful with him when you’re around her.
Cami is the last person who should be getting her hopes up about us. Whatever happened in the past between Cal and me is just that.
The past.
“Iwas wondering how long it would take you to come to the right decision.” Cal holds open the door with a grin.
My eyes turn into slits. “I have one condition.”
“Name it.”
“No drinking in front of Cami.”
His smile slips. “Of course not.”
I release a breath. “Thank you.”
“Hi!” Cami pops out from behind me.
“What’s up, kiddo?” He kneels to Cami’s eye level. His eyes widen when she throws her arms around his neck and squeezes until his skin turns red.
Damn my heart straight to hell for betraying me with the way it throbs at their embrace.
He stands to his full height. “What happened to staying with Delilah and Wyatt?”
“Her grandmother is visiting from out of town for the month,” I grumble.
“And Violet?”
“She lives in a small apartment with two roommates.”
“There’s nothing I love more than being last choice.” He reaches for my luggage and rolls it inside. I follow behind him, taking in the large stacks of books scattered around the living room.
“Since when are you into reading?”