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“How do you even know that’s who was texting me earlier?”

“Lucky guess,” August said, smiling wide. “Plus, I saw you over here staring at your phone like a zombie again. Figured it was probably about the same thing as earlier. We both know Tom is the only person making you act like that lately.”

“Shut up.”

August laughed. “Text him back.”

Ugh.

“Fine.”

“You don’t have to make this whole thing so hard on yourself, Cam. Just … welcome it.”

“I don’t even know what it is, August.”

Her friend snorted, and then waved her off. “You’re the most fucking impossible, clueless girl ever. I mean, I love you, but you really are that difficult, Cam.”

“Lies.”

“Mmm, nope. I’ll go ditch the guy. We’ll head out of here. Sound like a plan?”

Camilla nodded, but she was already looking down at her phone and typing back to Tommaso as August walked away.

Probably aced the project, Camilla typed.

Tommaso’s reply came in thirty seconds later. Congrats. Not even surprised. Smart girl.

Camilla was a lot of things.

Filthy.

Loved.

Fun.

Restless.

Free.

Wild-hearted.

Smart.

Quick.

Out of all of those things, she wondered what it might be like to simply be his.

That scared her.

That made Camilla want to run.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

CHAPTER NINE

“LOOK AT your sorry ass sitting behind that desk, and doing fuck all.” Cross stood in the office doorway with his arms folded over his chest, and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “This a new thing for you—sitting in the Capo’s chair—or what?”

Tom laughed as he stood from the chair. “It’s a new development, yeah.”