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Still nothing.
It was feeling more and more petulant as my time in Sisters shifted from hours to days. Never once had I considered my dad a petulant man.
But you know who wasn’t petulant?
Cameron Wilder.
He just kept showing up. And I wasn’t sure what to do with that.
He studied me carefully, gaze tracking over the petal pink cashmere pants and matching tank top. My hair was twisted into a messy knot on top of my head, my face scrubbed clean of makeup.
Cameron’s eyes gleamed, and I tried to pinpoint what felt different tonight.
He moved around the kitchen island and settled in the chair opposite the couch, his long legs sprawled out in front of him, his big hands clasped loosely over his flat stomach.
“It’s gonna be a long night if you plan on sleeping like that.”
I arched an eyebrow. “I don’t sleep on couches.”
“You said you don’t have pets either, yet here you are.”
My mouth turned into a frown, which only served to have his golden, dimpled smile spread even further.
With how starkly naked that whole topic made me feel earlier, there was no chance I was touching it again, so I latched onto the first thing I could think of.
“How was dinner?” I asked.
Cameron’s eyes sharpened. “We having a conversation here?”
“Maybe.”
He licked at his lower lip. “Food was good. Company was mostly good.”
My interest rose in a sharp curl, very much against my will. “Mostly?”
“Argued with Ian. But that happens every time he comes home.”
Later, I’d blame the warm, slight weight of the cat, and the way he was looking at me—like he had nowhere else he’d rather be.
“I don’t understand the sibling dynamic,” I admitted. “You can argue with him one minute, and the next…”
“The next, he’s one of my best friends.”
I nodded slightly. “Makes no sense.”
He grinned. “Well, it’s the shared experience, right? No one in the world understands what it’s like to grow up in our family,” he said. “Except my brothers and sisters.”
My chest felt hollow at the perfect sense it made. I continued watching Cameron, and words hovered on the tip of my tongue.
If I didn’t speak them, would he leave?
The hollow morphed into something colder. Something vastly more uncomfortable.
“Your family is obnoxiously large,” I said.
There was a beat of silence, his mouth opening slightly like he couldn’t quite believe I said it.
Join the fucking club.
