There’s that lip twitch again. “I’ll work on it.”
“You better. Because if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No one can know this is fake. Think you can handle that?”
Cameron licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. “Can you?”
The challenge in his voice makes my pulse pick up. This is a terrible idea. Possibly the worst plan I’ve ever agreed to.Fake dating a grumpy hockey player who makes my heart do weird things just by existing? While he helps me materialize my dreams?
Yeah, what could possibly go wrong?
“Yes,” I confirm before I can change my mind. “But I want to be clear. This is business. You’re an investor, not my sugar daddy or whatever. I’m going to pay you back every cent with interest.”
He dips his chin. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“This is going to be a disaster,” I say.
He chuckles, the sound raspy. “Maybe.”
“I mean it.” Nervous energy floods me. “This is a terrible plan.”
“Possibly.”
“But we’re doing it?”
He looks at me for a long moment, his expression one I can’t quite name. All I know is that it makes my stomach flip in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion.
“Yeah,” he agrees after a beat. “We’re doing this.”
God help us both.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
cameron
Cameron Davies
FYI—Sir Mix-a-Lot isn’t dead.
Kennedy Caplan
I can assure you she is. The funeral occurred this morning.
Cameron Davies
She???
Kennedy Caplan
Yes, my mixer is a girl. Or was until she tragically died a slow, painful death.
Cameron Davies
Sir Mix-a-Lot is your mixer…
Kennedy Caplan
Yes. Sir Mix-a-Lot Vin Diesel Caplan.
Cameron Davies
