It’d kind of made me feel bad because Cam was actually one of the nicer guys I’d met in college, but there was nothing anyone could do that would make me fall out of love with Michael.
“I guess he might like me?” I brushed it off like it was nothing. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m taken.” I turned to Melissa. “You’re not.”
“Victor does not like me,” she said again, shaking her head and getting all defensive. “And I don’t like Victor either. I appreciate his help with everything, but we will never get back together.”
The way she couldn’t keep eye contact with either of us told me that she was lying straight through her teeth.
“Well …” Serena said, hopping up from her seat and walking to their apartment door. “I guess you’re going to reallyhatethis then. I wanted to invite the guys to this bachelorette party, but I had one condition …”
She yanked open the door, and Damien and Victor walked into the room, each looking bored out of his mind with nothing but a pair of suit pants on and a bow tie fastened around his neck.
“Goddamn, Serena, we’ve been waiting for you out in the hall for fifteen minutes.”
A laugh escaped through my lips, and I could just imagine all the people walking up and down the hallway, staring at them.
Serena playfully slapped Damien’s chest. “Come on. Do what we practiced! It’s Mia’s bachelorette party!”
Serena started some slow, sensual music, and though they seemed to not want to be here, the guys started dancing in a really badMagic Mikekind of way. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, trying to stop the tears of laughter from running down my cheeks.
God, I love them.
CHAPTER13
MIA
“You wanna see my dress?” I asked, plopping my pregnant ass right on the edge of Cam’s desk.
It was my last day of the internship and school before the wedding and before Thanksgiving break. Cam had been asking me almost everything about the wedding, the babies, and the dress, so I thought that it was finally time to show him, as I wouldn’t see him for the next few weeks.
He closed his laptop and leaned back in his seat, tapping his pen on his knee. “You know I’ve been waiting to see it,” he said, staring at me with big, dark eyes.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up the side-by-side picture of both the dresses that I’d be wearing during my wedding. I handed him the phone, butterflies in my stomach. We were so close to the wedding. I couldn’t wait for it. And then we were planning to honeymoon in Greece for two weeks.
He grabbed my phone from me, eyes widening at the picture. “God, Mia,” he said with a smile on his face. His cheeks turned the lightest shade of red when he looked back up at me. “You look so beautiful in them.”
I smiled as I remembered what Serena hadjokedabout the other night at our party with the guys. Cam couldn’t reallylike, like me, could he?
“Thanks,” I said, taking the phone back from him.
“Michael will love it.”
“You think so?”
He scratched the back of his head, messing up his brown hair. “I would, if I were marrying you.”
We stayed silent for a few moments, a heavy tension in the air between us. I deposited the phone into my pocket and gulped, resting my hand on my bump almost instinctively.
Cam sat back up and cleared his throat, biceps flexing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.” He looked down at his phone, then up at me, licking his lips. “I just …” He paused for a long time and looked away again. “Never mind.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m happy for you. Really.” He glanced back up at me and gave me a genuine smile that I had never really seen before; it almost looked vulnerable, coming from such a huge frat boy. “Fine …” he said eventually, blowing out a breath through his nose.
I sat up straighter and leaned forward.
“I’ve always been jealous of Mason,” he started.
My nose scrunched. That was not what I had expected to come out of his mouth.
