Camden whistles. “Kind of harsh, considering you haven’t even met me until today.”
“Technically, I met you at your friend’s wedding.”
“I’d hardly call that meeting.”
Mare hums. “It doesn’t matter. I know things.”
“And what kind of things are those?”
“Things.” She huffs, looking to me for help. I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t prepared for my best friend to meet my…Camden. I don’t know what else to call him. Boyfriend? Lover? Maybe it is time for me and Camden to talk about what this is.
“Well, those things you were told were wrong. In fact, if you see her walking a little funny today, it’s from me.”
“Camden!” I yell, wanting to disappear. Mare just gawks, her jaw hanging open.
My cheeks have to be as red as the tomatoes Mom used to grow in her garden. I’m not cut out for this. My only saving grace is the fact that Cade isn’t here, too. Then I actually would die from embarrassment.
“She started it,” Camden gripes from the back. I don’t have the nerve to meet his eyes through the mirror, even though I can feel him watching me. He’s going to be pissed when we drop Mare off, I already know it. I squirm, thinking about what that can mean for me later.
“So you’re just hooking up?” Mare prods. “What are you even doing in Sutten anyway?” she asks, turning back to Camden.
“I own the gallery next door to her bakery.”
“The one the Richardsons used to own,” I add. At least that’s an answer I can give at the moment.
Mare blinks, clearly still confused. “Okay, so you bought the gallery next door, and that led to the two of you…you know…”
“Fucking?” Camden finishes.
I don’t have to look over to know that Mare is blushing as well. Camden and that mouth of his.
I laugh. “You know, Mare, you write really dirty books to not be able to say the word fucking.”
“Shut up,” she warns. “We aren’t talking about me. We’re talking about you.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about me either,” I counter.
“Maybe I want to talk about us,” Camden pipes up from the back seat. Traitor.
“Probably not the time,” I suggest, risking a glance at him through the mirror.
He smirks, but there’s no humor in his face. I know for a fact he’s simmering back there, just waiting for Mare to be gone. Maybe this was all a big mistake. I shouldn’t have brought him with us.
Or I shouldn’t have answered my phone at all.
I’m one hundred percent going to regret this.
“Tell her what we are, shortcake,” he pushes, leaning forward to put his arms around both of our seats. His breath tickles my neck, making me shift in my seat.
“Shortcake? What kind of nickname is that?”
I shoot her a look. “Funny you’re saying that, Goldie,” I emphasize, raising my eyebrows when I briefly look over at her.
“I don’t have to explain the meaning behind it to you,” Camden drawls, his body still right next to mine.
“There’s meaning?” I ask, unable to resist.
He kisses my cheek. He can’t be that pissed off at me if he’s doing that. Right?
“I have no words,” Mare admonishes.
Trying to change the subject, I smack Camden in the chest. “Sit back. And buckle your seat belt.”
“There isn’t a seat belt,” he counters.
Good point.
It’s silent for a minute or two. My mind races with what I could say. I don’t feel like I have to explain everything to Mare. It’s not like she’s made me privy to her entire dating life before—not that I’d want to know every detail because, ew, it’s my brother—but I’m also excited to have her back and don’t want to act like I’m keeping secrets from her. I just truly don’t know what Camden and I are. It’s been fun and nice to not put pressure on it. To just see what happens.
“I wanted to prove to Camden how great Sutten was. How we had talent right here in our lovable town and he didn’t have to bring in rich assholes from New York. One thing led to another, and now we’re here. He’s kind of a softie underneath that asshole persona.”
Camden laughs. “I’m not a softie.”
I smile. “You totally are.”
When Mare doesn’t say anything, I look over at her. I find her looking right at me, a slight smile playing on her lips. Normally, Mare isn’t one to ask other people’s business. She’s quiet and reserved. I don’t know why she chose today to dig into my life. Maybe it’s to distract herself from thinking about if she’ll make it to the airport in time.