Page 30 of His Wicked Revenge

“He is the best,” she agrees, then continues, “I knew the two of you would be into each other. I wasn’t expecting to find you guys alone in the bathroom, though.”

A smirk plays on her lips, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. “We were only talking. The kitchen was crowded, and we wanted a quiet place to talk.”

“Mhm, if you say so,” she teases. “Have you two talked since? Maybe made plans to hang out?”

“No.” I shake my head with a sigh. Now is the perfect time to get what I want. “I never got his number.”

Chloe flicks her eyes up to mine. “I’ll text it to you!”

“Perfect.” I smile broadly at her before moving my attention to the menu, glancing it over as if I don’t already know what I’ll be getting until a man walks in and catches my attention. Blonde hair and blue eyes that are oh so familiar. “I didn’t know Myles was joining us.”

Chloe snaps her head up, her brows dipping in confusion as she peers over her shoulder to see her fiancé strolling toward us with a wide grin. “He wasn’t.”

We watch as Myles takes a chair from an empty table and joins us at ours, which is set for two. The pathway between tables is already tiny, but with how Myles positions himself, there is almost no room to walk. He wastes no time kissing Chloe and then gets settled, looking sideways at her menu.

“Myles, what are you doing here? And where is Carter?”

He waves her off. “He is spending time with his uncle. I thought it would be nice to surprise you.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “You never join on my girls’ dates.”

“Are you not surprised to see me?”

“No, I am. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Hence the definition of surprise!” He smirks, then looks at me. “Hello, Camille.”

I don’t miss the hostility in his voice. It makes me hold back my smile at his tone.

I’ve only met Myles once while playing Camille's role. It was brief and intentionally so. At the time, I didn’t want to be around him because I was worried he would see past the changes I’d made.

Luckily, he had no clue the first time we met, but now, I’m assuming Leo enlightened him about who I truly am. Given the heat in his eyes, my assumption is correct.

“Hi, Myles. It’s good to see you again.” Chloe smiles at my nicety, but Myles swallows hard at the innuendo. “You surprised me, by the way, and I am totally okay with you crashing our girls’ date.”

He hums as the waiter appears to take our order. Once the food is in, Myles brings his attention back to me, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table. We hold eye contact for a brief second before his mouth opens.

“Camille, tell me about yourself.”

“Myles!” Chloe almost chokes on the sip of water she’s drinking.

He tilts his head and smirks before he continues, “You’ve been friends with my fiancé for how long? I’ve only met you once, and you’re being set up with my best friend. I want to know more about you.”

Chloe huffs a small, embarrassed laugh and says, “Sorry about him; he’s very protective of his best friend.” She eyes Myles, letting him know everything is fine.

“Chloe, it’s okay. I get where he is coming from.” I look back to Myles and offer a smile. “Well, what do you want to know?”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from a small town in Colorado. I used to work at this cute boutique in the town square. Chloe, you would have lov⁠—”

“You’re from Colorado, huh?” he interrupts.

“Born and raised.” I nod, lifting an eyebrow.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous! The only time I’ve traveled was for family vacations.” She pouts until an idea forms in her mind. “Myles, can we take the kids on family tri⁠—”

“Yeah, sure, that would be fun,” he snaps, his eyes never leaving mine.