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He knew what I drank and didn’t have to ask.
Another surprise.
One that I loved.
He came into the kitchen and handed me the wine. “It’s about my sister.”
“What about her?”
“Unless you want her to know about us, I need you to play it cool when you’re around her. If she brings me up, you can’t get all smiley and obvious.”
I didn’t clink my glass against his. I just took a sip. “Hold on. You’re giving yourself an awful lot of credit here. You think I’d get smiley if she mentioned your name?”
“After tonight, fuck yes.”
I shook my head, sighing, “Go on.”
“You also can’t act any differently if the three of us are around each other, or she’ll know in a second.”
Besides the nature of this conversation, nothing had changed between us.
Camden had forever been the guy who smiled as he spoke, adding that additional layer of charm into every discussion. He was the guy who teetered the line of friend and flirt. The guy who turned comments into sexual innuendos.
The same guy who was standing before me now.
Hannah might not trust her brother’s decisions, but she would never think I would hook up with him or have him take my virginity.
But as that thought hit me, my God, the betrayal really sank in.
Would Hannah hate me for this if she ever found out?
I couldn’t put my mind there. I needed to focus on why I was here.
What I needed.
What I wanted.
I studied his face. “Why are you telling me all this?”
“My sister’s a goddamn PI. If you point the slightest grin in my direction, I promise you, she’ll know.”
“Camden …” I ground my teeth over my lip. “Don’t worry; we’re in the clear. She’d never think I’d date you or want to date you.”
“Why do you say that?”
I twirled my glass of wine before taking a sip. “Hannah knows you’re not my type.”
Except he was.
I seemed to be attracted to the impatient assholes, and Camden Dalton was definitely one of those.
He set down his vodka and closed the distance between us, one hand going to my waist, the other to my chin, where he traced his finger across my lips. “And what makes you think that?” Before I could respond, he continued, “You’ve told me about your ex. Aside from the fact that he had no money and his credit card was declined—something that wouldn’t ever happen to me—we sound pretty similar.” He leaned into my ear, his mouth so close that I could feel it. “He was a dick … I like to think with my dick.”
Goose bumps rose over every part of my skin.
And when they did, I tingled.
Everywhere.
