Page 53 of Stanton Unconditional

“Great, they totally hit it off. The LUST was ridiculous. Josh and I were worried we were going to be forced to watch gay porn when they finally got it on, but it didn’t happen.” Adrian glares at Cameron.

“What? Not even a kiss?” she asks.

“Nope.”

“Why not?” Bridget chimes in.

“No idea, they had a great night laughing and talking and then Murph walked him out at the end of the night and came back ten minutes later to announce to us that he isn’t interested, something about living too far away from each other. I don’t know what’s going on in anyone’s head at the moment, everyone’s fucked up,” Cameron says flatly.

Adrian turns to the back seat and holds up his fist. “You are a bona fide fuckwit, Cameron.”

“Shut the hell up,” I snap again

“Cameron, why don’t you just come out with it?” Natasha replies angrily.

“Out with what?” he snaps.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe Joshua for one.”

My eyes widen at Adrian who is holding his lips while looking at the phone.

“I just don’t see why you can’t talk to him. Listen to what he has to say.”

“You know what Cameron? The time for talking was in the hospital before he slept with me. Before he lied to me.”

“Shit,” I whisper as I run my hands through my hair. “Tash,” Cameron whispers.

“Don’t you dare Tash me! I sat in that hospital room with a woman who he was sleeping with five meters away and you all knew it and you were all keeping his sordid little secret for him. You all make me sick.”

“I make you sick?” he snaps.

“Yes, you do actually.”

“Let’s calm down, shall we?” Bridget whispers.

“Well, you make me sick,” he snaps. “You are the one that broke up with him and broke his fucking heart and then he fucks up once and you dump him again. What the hell is that?”

Adrian smiles and puts his hand up for Cameron to high five it. Cameron hits it from the back seat.

“Fucking up, Cameron, is forgetting to pick up the dry cleaning, forgetting an anniversary or maybe forgetting to pick the kids up from soccer practice. Putting your dick inside another woman is a bit more than fucking up, asshole!”

“Mmm, that is a really good point,” Adrian whispers as he nods at me.

“Sssshhh,” Bridget snaps.

“You, shush Bridget. How did you think this conversation was going to go? You all are taking his side and blaming me for this. I did nothing wrong. I demand honesty because that’s what I give, and I damn well deserve better.”

I can hear the hurt in Natasha’s voice, and it cuts me like a knife.

“Tash, we are not taking his side. This is not a cut-and-dry case,” Bridget whispers.

“I know that,” Natasha snaps.

“Tash, he hadn’t heard from you in over two months,” Bridget sighs.

“Because I was devastated. I had just killed my father. Cameron, you were there with me, you saw how I was when you would visit. Was I really in my sound mind?”

“No,” he whispers.