I point to her phone. “Maybe I’m not the one with the important shit to do today. Your phone nearly buzzed itself right off the table.”
Camellia snatches her phone off the nightstand lightning-fast, turning away from me.
Like Sabine used to do.
“Did you read my messages?” Camellia leans farther away from me.
Evade. Evade. Evade.
“I saw you had someone named R.M. trying to get ahold of you,” I point out. “But I didn’t read anything. I’m sorry. I saw the message pop up before I realized it wasn’t my phone.”
Why the fuck am I apologizing?
Camellia isn’t paying attention to me as she opens her phone and flips through the messages. The smile vanishes from her lips. “I have to go.”
She hops out of bed and grabs her clothing from the floor and a nearby chair. “This has been great. I’ll call you later.”
Camellia kisses me on the cheek and is out the front door before I make a move.
What the fuck was that?
