“Does she?”
“Yes.”
“For someone who spent years in tactical operations, you’re a shit liar.”
“And you’re a pain in my ass.”
“Yeah, but I’m a pain in your ass who just fixed the generator.” He pets it like a dog. “If you care about her?—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“—then tell her. Before you explode or she runs for good.”
I glance back toward the path. Dakota and Sienna have disappeared inside the main lodge. “How’s it working with Ramirez?”
“Good. He knows his shit. Found a stash of booze yesterday hidden in one of the maintenance sheds.”
“Of course he did.”
“We were thinking…” Cameron scratches his jaw. “About a little get-together tonight? Nothing crazy. Just something to take the edge off. Boost morale.”
“A party.” I stare at him. “In the middle of a zombie apocalypse.”
“Not a party. A… social gathering. With alcohol. People need to unwind sometimes. Not everyone can survive on pure discipline and brooding.”
“I don’t brood.”
“You’re brooding right now.”
“I’m concentrating.”
“On Dakota’s ass?”
“Did someone say party?” Sienna appears around the corner of the shed, grinning like she’s been eavesdropping. Which she definitely has.
“Social gathering,” I say. “With alcohol. Apparently.”
“Sounds perfect.” She drapes her arm around Cameron’s waist, and his hand finds her shoulder automatically.
The easy intimacy between them highlights everything I don’t have.
“Where’s Dakota?” I ask.
Sienna’s grin turns knowing. “She’s helping Maya. Why? Did you need something from her?”
“No.” Too quick. Too defensive.
Cameron and Sienna exchange a look that makes me want to strangle them both.
“Oh, before I forget.” Sienna snaps her fingers. “Amelia is looking for you.”
“Why?”
“No idea.” Sienna twines her fingers with Cameron’s. “She seemed… I don’t know. She’s doing better. Walking around more.”
“Good for her.”
“Yeah.” Sienna draws out the word. “Anyway, she’s at their cabin.”
