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Obviously I had missed an important part in this conversation. I closed my notebook and reached around, grabbing my bag. ‘I’m not sure I’m following this conversation.’
‘It’s really not that complicated.’ He laughed when I shot him a look. ‘We should go out on a date.’
My stomach dropped as I looked back at him. He looked so content, half sprawled on the ground. Was he joking? Was he high? I shoved my notebook into my bag, along with my pen. ‘I don’t understand.’
Cam lay back and stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up and expose a slice of tan skin and two indents on either side of his hips … dear God. I looked away and took a huge gulp of air.
‘Typically going on a date is when two people go out for the evening, or sometimes during the day. Really, it can be any time of the day or night. It usually involves dinner. Sometimes a movie or a walk in the park. Though I don’t do walks in the park. Maybe on a beach, but since there aren’t any—’
‘I know what a date is,’ I snapped, shoving to my feet.
He remained on the ground, and he didn’t look like he was moving anytime soon. I should’ve taken my own car. ‘You said you didn’t understand,’ he pointed out gamely. ‘So I’m explaining what a date means.’
Frustrated … and reluctantly amused, I crossed my arms. ‘That’s not the part I don’t understand and you know that.’
‘I was just making sure we were on the same page.’
‘We’re not.’
Cam lowered his arms, but there was still a gap between his shirt and jeans. Was he wearing underwear? All I saw was a leather belt and jeans. Okay. I didn’t need to start thinking about that. ‘So now that we both know what a date entails, we should go out on one,’ he said.
‘Uh …’
Cam laughed as he sat up in one fluid moment. ‘That’s not really a response, Avery.’
‘I …’ A date? A date with Cameron Hamilton? Two things rose at once: unease and interest. I took a step back, putting distance between me and him and everything else. ‘Don’t you have a girlfriend?’
His brows shot up in surprise and he laughed. ‘A girlfriend? No.’
‘Then who was that brunette stumbling out of your apartment Wednesday night?’ I asked.
Cam’s grin spread into a wide smile. ‘Have you been watching me, Avery?’
‘No. No! What? I wasn’t watching you. I do have a life.’
He arched a brow. ‘Then how do you know about Stephanie?’
‘That’s her name?’
‘Yes, and no, she’s not my girlfriend.’ He cocked his head to the side as he stared up at me. ‘And she wasn’t stumbling. Maybe shuffling.’
I rolled my eyes.
‘So how did you see her if you weren’t watching me?’ he asked as he crossed his ankles. ‘And I don’t mind the idea of you watching me. Remember, I like that.’
I forced myself to take a deep, slow breath before I walked up and kicked him in the leg. ‘I wasn’t watching you. I couldn’t sleep and I was staring out my living room window. I just happened to see you walking her out to her car.’
‘Well, that makes sense. Not nearly as entertaining as you standing by your window hoping to catch a glimpse of me.’
All I could do was stare at him.
He winked, and damn, if he didn’t look good doing it. ‘Steph’s not my girlfriend by the way. We aren’t like that.’
Which meant they were most likely hooking up, and there was nothing wrong with that. And maybe that was what he wanted from me with this whole date thing. Jacob would be thrilled to hear that. Mental note to self: so not telling him about this. ‘I’m not like that.’
‘Like what?’ he asked.
So he was going to make me spell it out. Of course. Why not? ‘I’m not like her.’
‘Do you know her?’
My eyes narrowed. ‘I don’t just hook up with guys for fun, okay? I don’t see anything wrong with it. Totally not judging here, but that’s not me. So I’m not interested. Sorry.’
‘Wait a sec. I’m confused. You’re not judging her, but you’ve made the assumption that she’s into random hookups? That she’s my fuck buddy? Isn’t that kind of making a rush judgment based on assumptions?’
Damn it, he had a point. ‘You’re right. I don’t know if that’s what you guys are about. Maybe you’re just childhood buddies or something.’
‘We’re not.’ That mischievous grin was back. ‘We hook up every once in a while.’
I gaped at him. ‘I was right! Then why did you accuse me of being judgmental?’
‘I was just pointing it out,’ he replied, eyes twinkling like those damn stars in the sky. ‘And for the record, we didn’t hook up Wednesday night. Not for the lack of trying on her part, but I wasn’t feeling it.’
I remembered how the girl had looked, and I wondered what red-blooded male wouldn’t have been feeling that. ‘Whatever. This is a stupid conversation.’
‘I like this conversation.’
Shaking my head, I bent and reached for my bag, but Cam shot to his feet and grabbed it before I could get my fingers around the strap. I sighed as I held out my hand. ‘Give it to me.’
‘I’m trying to.’
I shot him a disgusted look.
Chuckling, he stepped forward and laid the strap over my shoulder. His fingers brushed my neck, and I couldn’t stop my body from jumping at the slight touch. He stepped back and picked up the flashlight. ‘See? I was just being a gentleman.’
‘I don’t think you’re a gentleman,’ I grumbled as my fingers tightened around the strap. ‘But thank you.’
He swiped his notebook off the ground and we headed back to where his truck was parked, passing the now empty bench. He shone the flashlight when we hit the field, lighting our path. I guess to prove me wrong, he opened the door for me when we stopped in front of his truck. ‘M’lady.’
‘Thank you,’ I said, a little more appreciative sounding than before.
Instead of closing the door, Cam leaned against the frame and placed a hand on the edge of the open door. ‘So, what about it?’
‘What about what?’
He eyed me with the same intense interest he had earlier. ‘Go out on a date with me.’
I stiffened. ‘Why?’
‘Why not?’
‘That’s not an answer.’ Yanking the strap on the seat belt, I busied myself with securing it. My hands were shaking, so I kept missing the latch.
‘What kind of question was that? How am I—hey, it’s just a seat belt. Not that hard.’ He leaned over, taking control. His hands brushed over mine, and I jerked back against the seat. He paused and looked at me; those lips usually tilted up started to tip down at the corners. Something flared in his eyes. I don’t know what it was, but it was gone as he snapped the seat belt in place. He didn’t move back, though. ‘Why shouldn’t we go out on a date?’
I strained back against the seat, my hands curling into fists in my lap. It wasn’t that I was that uncomfortable with him being so close. It was that I was uncomfortable with the way I noticed every slight touch of skin or look. ‘Because … because we don’t know each other.’
His lips tipped up again. I decided I liked them like that better than the frowny face. ‘That’s what a date is all about. Getting to know each other.’ Cam’s eyes dropped to my mouth. ‘Go out on a date with me.’
‘There’s nothing to know about me.’ The words came out in a heady whisper as my chest rose sharply.
He tilted his head to the side. ‘I’m sure there is tons to know about you.’
‘There’s not.’
‘Then we can spend the time with me talking.’
‘That sounds like fun.’
‘Oh, it will be more thrilling than watching Raphael cross a road.’
‘Ha.’
He grinned. ‘Thought you’d like that.’
I felt the side pocket of my bag vibrate against my leg once. A text message? Probably from Jacob. I wanted to reach for it, but I would end up smacking my head into Cam’s. Not something I wanted to repeat. ‘Can we go yet?’
‘Can we go on a date?’
‘Good God, you don’t give up.’
‘Nope.’
I laughed, couldn’t help it, and his smile spread in response to the sound. ‘I’m sure there are plenty of girls who want to go out on a date with you.’
‘There are.’
‘Wow. Modest, aren’t you?’
‘Why should I be?’ he shot back. ‘And I want to go out on a date with you. Not them.’
‘I don’t understand why.’
His dark brows rose. ‘I can think of a few reasons. You’re not like most girls. That interests me. You’re awkward in this really … adorable way. You’re smart. Want me to list more?’
‘No. Not at all,’ I told him quickly. I needed to nip this in the bud. Reputation aside, he was a hell of a lot more than I could ever hope to handle. He would expect things I couldn’t give him. Holding a conversation with him was difficult enough sometimes. ‘I don’t want to go out on a date with you.’
Cam didn’t look surprised by my response, or the least bit daunted. ‘I figured you’d say that.’
‘Then why did you ask?’
He finally—thank God—backed away and gripped the side of the door. ‘Because I wanted to.’
‘Oh. Well. Okay. Glad you got it out of your system.’
His brows knitted. ‘I haven’t gotten it out of my system.’
Oh no. ‘You haven’t?’
‘Nope.’ He flashed a charming grin. ‘There’s always tomorrow.’
‘What about tomorrow?’
‘I’ll ask you again.’
I shook my head. ‘The answer will be the same.’
‘Maybe. Maybe not.’ He reached out and tapped the tip of my nose. ‘And maybe you’ll say yes. I’m a patient guy, and hey, like you said, I don’t give up easily.’
‘Great,’ I muttered, but … oh, oh man, there was an unfamiliar stirring in my chest.
‘Knew you’d see it that way.’ Cam tweaked the tip of my nose, and I swatted his hand away. ‘Don’t worry. I know the truth.’
‘The truth about what?’
Cam stepped back. ‘You want to say yes, but you’re just not ready.’
My jaw dropped.
‘It’s okay.’ His grin turned cocky. ‘I’m a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you’ll have fun handling me.’
Then before I could muster up a response worthy of that statement, he tapped my nose once more and then shut the door in my face.
Back in my apartment, I dropped my bag on the couch and collapsed next to it. Go out on a date with Cameron? Was he insane? He had to be joking or just flirting. On the ride home, he hadn’t mentioned it again; instead he spent the time drilling me about my schedule. Question by question, he dragged out every detail about the classes I was taking. By the time we got back to the building, I was exhausted.
Leaning my head back against the cushion, I closed my eyes. My heart was beating pretty fast for just sitting down. Was he being serious about not hooking up with Stephanie on Wednesday? Seemed odd to me that he hadn’t if she really had been all over him.
Honestly, it didn’t matter.
I couldn’t do a relationship of any sort. Maybe one day. Hopefully one day, because I didn’t want to be like this for the rest of my life. Eventually I wanted to be the girl who got excited about being asked out on a date instead of the girl who came home and did this.
Opening my eyes, I groaned. ‘I’m Señor Fucktard. Or Señorita Fucktard.’
I pushed to my feet and started halfway to the bedroom before I remembered my vibrating bag. ‘Shit.’
Hurrying back to the couch, I reached into the side pocket and pulled out my cell. I tapped the screen, fully expecting to see a text from Jacob or Brittany pop up. Instead I saw a missed call and a voice-mail message.
‘What the hell?’
