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But I knew what they had been up to.
“Here,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Good luck with your new relationship.”
“Sorry yours already ended,” she said, grinning.
I narrowed my eyes at her as she swung the plastic bag over her shoulder.
“I’m not sure what you said to her, but I know you said something. You were at the club this past weekend, weren’t you?” I asked.
“So what if we were?” the man asked.
Camilla elbowed him, and a wry chuckle fell from my lips.
“I don’t know what you said to Ava, but I know when you did it, and I know you hurt her—a woman you claimed was your best friend.”
“Doesn’t matter what I said to her. All that matters is that I was right and she saw it.”
“No. What matters is that whatever happens in my relationship is none of your business. You need to drop it and move on with your new man, because the fact that you keep meddling in my business shows me you might regret cheating on me with your boss. Right? This is your boss?”
My eyes flickered over to the man, whose his gaze fell to the top of Camilla’s head.
“What’s he talking about?” he asked.
Camilla glared at me.
“Wow. That’s—that’s even lower than I thought you would go,” I said.
“He’s not talking about anything. We ended things a while ago,” Camilla said.
“You can tell him whatever you want. I don’t care. What I do want you to know is that I’m over you,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m over you. In fact, the entire reason I got over you in the first place was because Ava showed me the caliber of woman that was out there for a man like myself. We had a lot of fun, Camilla. I’ll admit it. But in the end, that’s all it was, a bit of fun and nothing else.”
Her jaw dropped as her boyfriend stepped up to the plate.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but—”
“Its fine, Jeremy.” Camilla put her hand on her new boyfriend’s shoulder before stepping around him and coming face to face with me. “Logan isn’t worth the energy,” she said.
“Then make sure you take that same attitude with Ava, because the only thing you’re doing is hurting her. She’s a good person. and the only reason you feel the need to do and say whatever it is you’re doing and saying to her is because you feel you still own me, and you don’t. I might have cared for you, Camilla, but the girl standing in front of me is not the girl I cared for, at all. So you can take your stuff and your boyfriend and your life and you can get out of mine. As far as I’m concerned, we were done way before I broke things off two weeks ago.”
“Two weeks ago?” Jeremy asked.
“Come on. Let’s go,” Camilla said.
“Seriously, Camilla. Is he serious? Two weeks? What the—”
“Come on, Jeremy.”
“No. I want an answer, and I want it—”
“You’ll get your answer once we get to the damn car!”
“Have a good life, Camilla!” I called out.
If looks could have killed, my body would have spontaneously combusted right there on the spot.
I shook my head and bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from grinning. I stepped back into my condo and closed the door, relief flooding my body. That chapter of my life was finally closed. I felt like I had cleansed the devil herself from my apartment and I could finally move on. But there was still collateral damage in all this—damage I had unintentionally wreaked with my selfish antics. In the process of wanting Ava, I had inadvertently destroyed her friendship with Camilla. At least it felt like I had. And I owed her a serious apology for that.
I had never meant to hurt Ava. I’d never meant to put her in a position where she felt as if she didn’t have a choice in the matter. But in the pit of my gut, I knew I owed her an apology. Even if she didn’t feel that I was responsible for ending her friendship with Camilla, the fact that I had interjected myself into her world to get to know her better didn’t help matters. I looked over at my cell phone lying on the coffee table and sighed. Would she pick up my call?
Though I figured she wouldn’t, it was still worth a shot.
I settled on my couch and dialed the number I had memorized. With every ring that chimed in my ear, I sank further into the couch. It didn’t surprise me that she was unwilling to pick up. That had become a trend with her lately. It rang and it rang, and for a moment I figured even her voice mailbox wouldn’t pick up.
