“Kendra. Hey.” I step away from her and shove my hands in my pockets, trying to create some distance between us. I don’t want her to think I’m available or interested in her.
I clear my throat. “What are you doing here?”
She holds up a big, professional-looking camera. “I’m the assistant photographer for this wedding.”
“Oh. Cool.” I flash a tight smile, hoping she gets the hint that I want to keep this interaction short.
“Crazy running into you here, considering how we first met. What was it, a year ago?”
I was the groomsman at the wedding of my old college teammate, and Kendra was the photographer. We flirted thewhole night and ended up in my hotel room. We hooked up a couple more times after that.
She wags an eyebrow, and a knot forms in my stomach when I think about that night.
“Uh, yeah, I guess it’s been a while.” I cough, trying to think of a way to politely exit this conversation.
She rakes her gaze up and down my body, then steps closer to me. She sets her hand on my shoulder, and her smile turns teasing.
“So…am I going to end up in your hotel room again?”
The muscles in my body tense. I step out of her hold and hold up my left hand, my wedding band shining in the dim lighting.
“I’m married, Kendra.”
Her brow jumps, and her mouth is a perfect “O”.
“Oh. Sorry,” she says.
I offer a polite smile. “It’s alright.”
When I lower my hand, I don’t miss the way her gaze follows, focusing on my ring.
The corner of her mouth lifts in an amused smile. “I never thought of you as the marrying type.”
“I wasn’t. Until I met my wife.”
She nods. “Wow. You’ve changed. That’s kind of sweet.” A second later, she steps forward, closing the space between us. Her face is just inches from mine. “But if you ever feel like going back to the old Camden, you should hit me up.”
She walks off to photograph the guests on the dance floor.
I stand there, gritting my teeth, annoyed that she had the nerve to proposition me like that when I made it clear I wasn’t interested.
When I look up, there’s Ellie, standing a half-dozen feet away from me, champagne bottle in hand, a stricken look on her face.
Shit.
Chapter 44
Ellie
Istand there, looking at Camden, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
I shouldn’t be feeling this. This wave of jealousy that’s making it hard to breathe.
Yeah, we’re married. Yeah, I have feelings for him.
But I’m not supposed to. Because our marriage isn’t real. It’s a temporary agreement.
In less than a year, we’ll split, and then Camden can go back to hooking up with Kendra and anyone else he wants.
