“Nope!”
“Good. So, here’s what happened.”I gave her the rundown of everything last night. From the moment I left the bathroom after the voicemail I left her to the moment Cam tucked me in. Sparing no details, even though that was her cousin.
“Does Wren know? About you and Cameron?”she interrogated.“Does she know about Cam? Does Cam even know about Cam? This is out of character for him, but then again, I can’t remember the last time he even was interested in anyone.”
I sighed.“No. Not yet. He said he needed time to think, but I think this is Cam. I think he was so focused on everyone else for so long that he is finally learning things about himself.”
She sighed.“You’re going to have to tell her, ya know? At least about you and Cam. Especially if this triad thing is going to happen. She deserves to know.”
“I totally agree, I’m not outing her brother to her. I know she won’t care, but that’s his story to tell. Plus, I’m not sure if anyone is ready to call this something. It’s too new. But I will tell her about Cam and me.”
She groans into the phone.“You’re so right. Well, have the hard conversation with the boys and see where that goes. Then, together, decide how to tell your siblings. Don't wait for them to figure shit out on their own. We saw how well that worked with your brother.”
I laughed into the phone.“I won’t wait. Scout's honor, or whatever they say.”
I could practically hear the smile in her voice,“So… Tucker, huh? Saving the day again with his hot muscles?”
“Yeah, my hot cowboy contractor is back in play! It was so nice to just be with him last night. I wish he had stayed.”
“I’m sure he’ll be back!”She reassured me.
“How’s Oregon?”
We chatted for a bit about how things were going for her. Apparently, Dax stayed for her first few weeks of work and to help her unpack, but is leaving tonight to come back to Sawyers Cove. After he boards his plane, that’s it for them. She sounded heartbroken but so understanding. She was excited about her new life, but nervous. Lena let me know it would probably be six months to a year before she moved back home, but she would visit when she could and call all the time. I updated her on the house stuff, and then we wrapped up our call.
“I’ll video call you in a few days to check in, okay? Will you be okay for a few days?”
No.
“Yeah, of course! Tell Dax to get home safe! Have a good work week, babes! Love you, Le.”
“I will, honey. Take care of yourself! And talk to your best friend, please. She loves you and deserves to know. Love you, Harpie.”
I hung up the phone and let out a loud sigh. Really wishing she had just stayed here. I lay quietly for a few minutes until I heard… voices? Muffled but familiar.
I sat up slowly, stretching as I stood up. Digging through my clothes, I opted for a black crewneck with a ghost on the front and a pair of black leggings. I padded down the hallway to the bathroom to get ready. I let out a dramatic yawn as the door closed.
My hair was an absolute mess. It was still straight but sticking up everywhere. I brushed it, then put it up into high pigtails, leaving out pieces to frame my face.
I brushed my teeth and applied my favorite strawberry Chapstick. Decided on keeping my makeup simple today because I wanted to see my house, and I knew I would probably cry. I put on waterproof mascara and decided on adding eyeliner too, but it still didn’t feel like enough. I applied a bit ofblush across my cheeks to wake up my face a bit. After last night, I looked and felt fucking exhausted.
When I was content with how I looked, I walked out of the bathroom. I heard voices from the kitchen and hid next to the entryway to eavesdrop on whoever it was.
“Wait,” Wren's voice was sharp with disbelief. “You’re really doing it? Like—for real?”
“Already talked to my accountant this morning,” Cam replied casually. “It won’t be too much of a loss with all the money I have across my accounts. Everything will be ready to go on Monday, well, tomorrow. Perks of owning your own business: you get your own accountant who is willing to work on a Sunday.”
“For Harper? My little sister? Your literal enemy for like over a decade?” Reed questioned, and I could hear the chair squeak as he leaned forward. “You’re giving her cash to pay for her house?”
“Yeah,” Cam replied. “She may not want it, but she deserves it. I can swing it, so I’m going to.”
“Dude,” Wren said, voice softer now. “Are you secretly a millionaire? That’s… really generous.”
There was a pause. A silence I felt more than heard.
Then Reed laughed under his breath, but it sounded more like a scoff.
“You sure you’re not in love with my little sister? I asked you before, and you said no. But Cam, this is something I would do for someone I love. This is your time to come clean. Are you?”
