I pull my phone from my pocket and pull up the email confirmation from Enchanted, the company I hired. Then I swipe through my browser history. And that’s when I finally realize my mistake.
There are two Enchanted companies: one is a party princess company, the other is an exotic dancer company.
I mistakenly hired a party princess for my teammates’ bachelor party. I’m a fucking idiot.
I let out an embarrassed chuckle and look up at Rapunzel.
“I’m really sorry,” I say. “I made a mistake. I thought I was hiring an exotic dancer for my friends’ group bachelor party.” I look over my shoulder in the direction of the guys for a second. “I got your company’s name mixed up with that other company.”
Her blue eyes are big for a second as she processes what I’ve said. And then she bursts out laughing.
“Are you serious?” she says.
I laugh too. “Yup. I’m a moron.”
She shakes her head and laughs even harder. “No, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.”
I stand there, chuckling as I watch her clutch her stomach the harder she laughs. And then she makes a cute snorting sound.
Something in my brain flickers. It triggers a memory. I know that sound. That adorable laugh-snort. I’ve heard it a million times before. It’s embedded into my memory.
This is Ellie Michaelson. The girl who lived next door to me when I was a kid. The girl who was my best friend. The girl I had the biggest crush on…who I almost kissed in my tree house when we were eleven. But then she moved away with her family, and I never saw her again.
Until now.
“Ellie?”
Her eyes go wide again as she looks at me. A moment later, her eyes flicker with recognition. Her mouth falls open, then she smiles.
“Camden?”
I nod. Before I can say anything else, she lunges forward and hugs me.
Chapter 2
Ellie
“Holy shit,” Camden says as he hugs me tight with his massive arms. “It’s really you.”
He laughs like he’s in disbelief.
I am too. I can’t believe I ran into my childhood best friend. The boy who lived next door to me, who I had a crush on.
Except he’s not a boy anymore.
When he releases me from his hug and steps back, I get another look at him.
Whoa.
Camden is a man. A tall, muscular, handsome man.
There’s a tingle in my tummy when I take in the size of him. I’m tall for a girl—just under five-foot-eight. But Camden dwarfs me. He’s well over six feet andmassive.
I take in the broad spread of his shoulders and chest, how the muscles poke through the thin fabric of the T-shirt he’s wearing.
I glance down at his legs, which are huge too. Even through his jeans, I can tell his thighs and calves are ripped.
My gaze falls to his hands. They’re like baseball gloves.
