Page 100 of I Think He Knows?

I glance back and forth from Mason to Eliza, but I’m speechless.

“I invited the coach to come tonight,” Mason finally admits.

My eyes grow wide because I can only imagine how that conversation went. Mason has been begging to have a talk with Cam for a while now. Although I’m guessing it didn’t go badly since Cam is here.

“He called me this morning,” Cam adds. “We had a good talk, and then he asked if I’d come tonight.”

Eliza puts her arm around me and whispers in my ear. “Talk to him.”

“We should get back to the party,” Mason announces. He takes Eliza’s hand, and they leave me and Cam alone.

“You look beautiful,” Cam says.

“Thank you.”

He clears his throat. “I hope you’re not mad I showed up. I tried to say no to Mason, but he was very insistent.”

“Was he nice to you?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Mostly, yes.”

Mostly? Who knows what Mason said to him? He’s a wild card for sure.

He puts his hands in his pockets. “Can we go sit down and talk for a few minutes?”

I nod.

At least I shouldn’t feel bad about taking a break from Eliza’s party since he’s here on Mason’s invite. Mason had to know what would happen once Cam got here.

We sit on a cozy white couch, and I exhale loudly.

“I’m sorry I cancelled on you tonight,” I say.

He places his hand on mine, and the feel of his touch makes me a bit dizzy.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” he says. “Mason told me you saw me talking to Lilly in the parking lot.”

I nervously chew on my bottom lip. I should’ve known Mason would tell him everything. Sometimes he doesn’t have a filter.

“Yes, and in your office the other day,” I stop and lean my head against the back of the couch. “It doesn’t matter. I know you need to work with Lilly, and I feel like a stupid, jealous woman.”

“Serena, I know Lilly takes every chance she can get to throw our past in your face. I’m very aware of what she’s capable of.”

There are so many things I want to say to him, and I don’t know where to start.

“Cam, you’ve told me you’ve moved on, and I think you believe it. But I’m not sure anything or anyone can break the connection you share with Lilly.”

He slides closer to me on the couch, which makes my pulse quicken.

“Lilly and I will always be connected,” he says. “I can’t change that, and unfortunately our parents will probably always try to interfere in our lives. But I don’t want to be with Lilly—I don’t have any feelings for her.”

Something stirs within me. “You might need to remind her of that.”

He nods. “I have. When you saw us in the parking lot, we had just gotten some bad news about a mutual acquaintance. Anyway, she asked if we could have dinner together, and I told her no. And to be perfectly open and honest with you, she asked me if we could give our relationship another try before we both finally move on. I told her I’ve already moved on and that I have very strong feelings for you.”

Am I dreaming right now? For years I’ve wanted to hear him say this to me. And when he finally does, I’m trying to push him away. What’s wrong with me?

A lump is forming in my throat.

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