“I’m almost done entering applications. By the way, your membership is coming up. If you’re going to be super sketchy and hand me cash again, I’m going to need that by June first.”
“I have a debit card now.” He looks up at me. “It’s not poison, Cam.”
He opens the bag, peeking in. “Oh, shit.”
He pulls the box out and opens the lid. “Ugh, I love these raspberrylimonadacookies.”
“You’ve had them?”
He nods, taking a bite. “This is Sawyer’s bakery.”
“You know him?”
I watch his dark brows pull together. “You know that guy Bo went on a date with, before he became myboyfriend?” What is he talking about? “Mr. Fantasyland?” He imitates what I think he thinks my voice sounds like.
“I don’t sound like that.”
“Like what? Like you’re slightly bored with the earth spinning, so you’re trying your hardest to get it to stop?”
“Shut up.” Then I remember what he’s talking about. Last year he was whining about some guy Bo had a date with. “That’s him?” He nods. Well shit. I guess I understand why Bo wanted to date him.
“But it didn’t work, and now Bo is my?—”
“Boyfriend. Got it. Well, I got a job there.”
“No shit. That’s awesome, man, congrats. Sawyer’s a great guy. A little high strung. He needs help.” He shakes his head. “He’s been through it. Especially lately.”
“What do you mean?”
Cam’s attention pulls to me. “His mom died recently. I don’t even think he’s stopped working since. Sawyer is great, but he needs to relax, so I’m glad he’s getting help. Even if it’s from someone as bitchy as you.”
“Excuse me?” Cam grins wider. “Fuck you, I’m not bitchy.”
“Number eighty-four,” he whispers, focusing on his screen.
“What? What’s that? Eighty-four?”
“Oh, nothing.” He grins wide. All white teeth.
“No, tell me! What did you just say?”
Cam sighs and finishes typing then turns to me. “I keep count when you tell me to fuck off, go fuck myself, or the classic... fuck you. I turn them into endearments in my mind. Youreallylove me.”
“Fuck—” His thick brows rise. “This,” I grit. “I was going to ask if you wanted to spar for a bit.”
“Can’t today. I’m leaving in half an hour. Bo’s parents are flying in from Cali with his sister and nephew and I promised I’d help him clean. My man is spicy when he’s stressed. It’s the first time he’s seen them since he became?—”
“Your boyfriend,” I finish.
“I was going to say a homeowner, but yeah, that too.” He winks. “I’ll join you next time.”
“Sounds good.” I ignore the disappointment as it settles. Not because Cam’s too busy for me, I just really, really want to punch something.
“Hey, um...” I turn to Cam as he rounds the desk and walks up to me. “Between you and me... not that I don’t think you’re awesome, but like, all of this...” I flinch back as he waves his hand over my face. “The strongman attitude and words that you love to fling at me? Don’t do it to Sawyer. He’s not as strong as I am.”
I snort. “Sure thing Cam.”
“He won’t understand your flavor of affection.”
