‘Really? Cosmically?’
‘Maybe it’s the only thing that explains the effect we have on each other.’
‘I doubt that. It’s time to leave, Cam. I’ll wait outside.’ I started walking away, but then stopped. ‘And by the way, we’re doing it my way tonight.’
‘And what way is that?’
‘Less chatting and more breaking and entering.’ I stepped out into the hot night.
In many ways she was so predictable. She was no doubt going to pretend that all of this meant nothing. But I knew better. It meant everything, whether she was ready to admit it or not.
Maybe we weren’t ready for it six years ago; maybe that was why I hadn’t chased after her and said what I needed to say. But now that I had her in my sights, I wasn’t letting go. This time I was going to say what needed to be said.
I smiled. She could deny it all she wanted, but I would make sure she realised how sonotpretend any of this was.
Because I was also going to remind her just how good we were together . . .
CHAPTER 41
There were storm clouds gathering above us as we walked down the dock towards the yacht. Not yacht – superyacht. And it was glowing like a floating mansion.
Cam whistled behind me. ‘I’ve never been on a yacht like this.’
‘I’ve been on a few,’ I said casually. I looked up at the sky as a flash of lightning cut across it. A storm was definitely brewing.
‘So your job takes you around the world, does it?’ he asked. It was a strange question when I was sure he knew the answer already.
‘It takes me wherever it takes me,’ I replied.
‘Hard to hold down a relationship, I imagine?’
I turned and looked at him. ‘I’m sure I could say the same about you.’
‘My last two relationships failed because of it. I travelled too much. Long hours, unpredictable, no weekends . . . you know how it goes.’
‘Not really,’ I said, and started walking again.
‘Surely it’s happened in your relationships too.’
‘I don’t have relationships.’
‘What?’ He jogged to catch up with me. ‘You don’t have relationships?’
‘Nope.’
‘Is this a new thing, or . . .’
‘It’s an all-the-time thing. I haven’t had and don’t have relationships.’ I was getting a little irritated with this incessant line of questioning.
‘What?’ He grabbed my elbow, which brought me to a grinding halt. ‘You haven’t had a relationship since college?’
‘No.’
‘Not one?’
‘Well, I would hardly call what we had a relationship.’
‘What about sex?’ he asked, and I burst out laughing.
