“Oh.” He straightens and grins. “I’m Maverick, his godson.”
I point at him, a memory surfacing. “Right, Daniel and Hannah’s kid.”
He chuckles. “I guess we can go with that. Is Cam here?”
Standing, I shake my head, feeling only slightly better. At least this kid is a distraction.
“No, he’s at work, I think.” Maybe. I was too preoccupied this morning to pay attention when he told me his plans. I barely got through the night without breaking down and confessing my suspicions to him.
“Damn.” He sighs. “I just wanted to drop off these forms.” He holds out a large manilla envelope. “I appreciate what you’re doing, by the way.”
Frowning, I take it from him. “What I’m doing?”
He nods, his thankful expression genuine. “Yeah, I don’t know what he’s paying you or anything like that, but thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Discomfort builds in my chest, making it feel tight. “Paying me for what?”
He looks at me like I’ve got two heads. “The bet.”
“What bet?”
“The one Cam made with my mom. That he could make a relationship last three months.” His expression falls. “Ya know, so that I can enter the draft…” His words die and his eyes go wide, like he’s realizing that I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about. “I, uh. Forget it,” he says, taking a step back. “Just tell Camden I dropped off the—” He shakes his head. “Actually, ya know what? Don’t tell him anything. In fact, forget everything I said.”
With that, he’s gone, rushing down the steps, and I’m left nodding at the empty porch, my thoughts scrambled.
I’m pretty sure this kid just told me that my boyfriend, who used to date my mother, is only dating me to win a bet.
Wow. When shit goes wrong, I’m not usually surprised. I’ve come to expect that everything inevitably goes south. But Ireallydidn’t see this coming.
Turns out it really was him and not me. I officially lost the guy. Then again, I guess Camden was never really mine to lose.
You can’t lose something you never had.
FORTY-ONE
CAMDEN
Aiden: Who’s ready for another wager?
Brooks: I’m out. I’m not playing games with you. I either end up with a pierced dick or watching Playboy hump the ground.
Daniel: My wife was controlling my dick. How many times do I have to say this?
War: I’d really like to know nothing about your dick, Playboy. Lep, what’s the wager?
Aiden: How long until the Iceman puts a ring on Sav’s hand.
Brooks: Lennox totally stole your phone
Aiden: Did not!
War: Hahahaha. One thousand percent.
Daniel: Okay, new rule! Wives can’t be in the group chat. We need a modicum of privacy,girls.
Aiden: Still me.
Me: Don’t worry, you’ll all know the minute I pop the question.
