“Cool. Text me your address and I’ll come get you.”
I shove off the wall. “I will,” I call over my shoulder. “I’ll see you later. Thanks for the drinks!” I increase my pace and round the corner into the main room of the bar, and I don’t stop until I’ve breathlessly dropped my body into my seat across from Celie and Molly.
Cameron Wild unravels me with just a look. And I’m about to go on a trip with him. If he ever kissed me…I swear, I may come completely undone.
Chapter Ten
I hurriedly plate the breakfast Molly cooked before she left for work. I sit down at the table and start in on my eggs and toast, shoveling down bites of food as fast as possible. When I’m finished, I go to my room to pack my bag. Then I stand in front of the mirror and take down my hair. I brush it carefully before looking at myself. I so rarely see myself with my hair loose I almost don’t recognize my own reflection. I quickly pull it back into a ponytail, wrapping the elastic around and around my hair until it’s good and tight. When I hear the doorbell, I jump up, grab my bag, and yell bye to my mother as I rush outside with my coat still in my hands.
Cam’s standing on my front step. His dark winter cap and parka match his eyes which brighten when I step out. He immediately takes my arm as we walk down the steep steps to the driveway.
“Aren’t you freezing?” he asks me.
“Not really.” The thirty mile an hour winds and negative temperature would call me a liar, I’m sure, but the heat I soaked up inside the house will keep me warm for at least two more minutes.
One of the many things I love about Cam is that he’s a gentleman. He opens the passenger door of his truck for me and ushers me inside.
I jump in and struggle into my coat while Cam walks around to the driver’s side. I can smell him in his truck. I love feeling him near me, especially right before he’s actually sat down next to me.
He opens the door and slides into the driver’s seat. Immediately, his eyes light on me like I’m the most important person in the world.
“Hey, Savannah.”
My smile feels like it takes over my face. “Hey.”
He pulls off his hat, revealing his thick midnight hair that should be pictured next to the word “sinful” in the dictionary. Especially now. The hat has messed up his hair more than usual, and his efforts to tame it with his hand are all in vain. He gives up and turns the key in the ignition.
Before we start backing out of the driveway, his phone rings. He glances at it and lets out a low curse. He quickly silences his phone without answering, but not before I see the name “Amy” flash across the screen.
His eyes hook with mine.
“So, how are things with Amy?” I say in what I hope is a casual tone.
Keeping his gaze steady on mine, he says, “Amy and I are over. We have been since long before I even met you.”
I suck in my breath. “I guess I thought...”
“No,” he says firmly. “She still calls occasionally. I tell her to stop, but she’s having a hard time moving on and accepting it’s really over. We haven’t been together for over a year and a half.”
I kick at the floorboard. “But you said you were together in high school. That sounds serious. Plus, people break up all the time and get back together. You two are probably no different.”
“This is different, Savannah.” His voice is laced with…something, and his gaze flicks to my mouth. “I’m definitely not going back to her.”
I look down at my lap. My coat is suddenly far too constricting. I want to tear it off my body. “Um…I’m not sure what to say.”
“Amy and I haven’t lived in the same town since high school. It’s been six years.”
The same amount of time since my father walked out.
“That’s a long time,” I agree.
“Too long. To be honest, our relationship got…messy. We would break up, she would date other guys and I’d go out with random girls…”
I cringe.
“We’d get back together, and then we’d break up again…it was a shitty cycle that I finally mercifully ended. So yes, we were high school sweethearts, and I loved her when we were kids. But it was a young love kind of thing. Deep down, I always knew it wouldn’t be forever.” He reaches over and surprises me when he drags a calloused finger down my cheek. “You ready to go?”
A shiver goes through me that I try to contain. “Sure. Let’s go.”
