She ignores the question, asking one of her own instead. “You aren’t going to the marina, right?”
“I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”
I think I know why. But I’m curious what answer she’ll give.
“I’m glad you’regreat, Wren, but I can’t say I’m glad to see you. Not after the shit you pulled, just disappearing like that?—”
“Aww. You missed me?”
A grimace twists Cammie’s expression. How she normally looks at me. “Everything is a fucking joke to you, isn’t it? Must be nice, never having any consequences. Doing whatever you want, whenever you want, never giving a shit who you hurt in the process.”
Now I’m scowling too. “You don’t know anything about my life.”
“Of course I do, Wren. I watched you sail into this town like you owned the place. Was here when you left without a word too.”
“We weren’t friends, Cammie. You expected a goodbye?”
“I’m not talking about me!” She releases a long exhale. “Look, all I’m asking is, you stay away from the marina. Cap is doing really well. He’s manager there now and starting college this fall?—”
“What?” I whisper. “He is?”
Cammie’s expression hardens into a mask of disapproval. “I neverliked you because I knew exactly how you and Cap would end. And it was so much worse than I’d thought it would be. You fucked him up good. As someone who had to drive his truck home more than once because of the damage you had done, all I’m asking is, you avoid the places you know he’ll be. If that’s too much trouble, you’re even more of a bitch than I thought you were.”
I gape at her. “I’m great now, Cammie. I haven’t been great the past two years. It hurt me, too, when we ended, and you don’t know the half of what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t? So, you didn’t write him back … because, what, the letters got lost in the mail?”
“What letters?” I ask, bewildered. “From high school?”
“High school?” She shakes her head impatiently. “No. After you left.”
“Are you ordering another round?” Gia appears next to me, glancing at the bar, then at Cammie.
Cammie shoots her a tight smile. “I work at reception, not in the restaurant. But Robbie or one of the other servers would be happy to take your order.” She turns on her heel and heads back inside without another word to me.
Gia elbows me. “So? You ordering another drink?”
“Uh, no,” I say as we head back to our table. “No, I’m all set.”
My head is already spinning. But it has nothing to do with alcohol.
41
“What about mini golf? Is that too high school?”
I’m trying to focus on Gus’s problem—where to take Lissa for their second date; I really am. But I’m preoccupied by the emails piling up, detailing various members’ problems. And even more distracted by thoughts of Wren.
Will I see her again? She didn’t mention when she was leaving town. Will she tell her fiancé what happened? Does shehavea fiancé? Will I be able to keep my hands to myself this time, if I do see her again?
I’ve never really known where Wren and I stand. Partly intentional. Partly my fault. But I’m absolutely older and theoretically wiser, and I resent that Wren showing up and kissing me is all it took to erode all my willpower.
“Cap!” A wad of paper hits the center of my chest.
I pick it off my lap and smooth it, holding the crumpled paper aloft. “This was an invoice for Mr. Worthington. Now it looks like I sat on it before mailing it to him.”
Gus doesn’t manage to hide his grin very well. “More like you slept on it actually.”
I roll my eyes, then hit Print on a fresh copy.
