Page 110 of Not That Into You

I chuckle.

Cameron: No, no, no. Armadillos have a hard shell because they’re all soft inside. They’re actually quite sweet. And cuddly.

I smile in anticipation, wishing I could see her expression right now. We’ve been spending almost every night together, and I love taking her off guard—being genuine when she expects me to joke, referring to her as soft when she tries to act unaffected and tough.

Monica: You need to get your head checked. And I need to get back to work.

I snort before tossing my phone on my desk and leaning back in my chair.

Mac walks into my office. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I’m always in a good mood.”

“Hmm.” They give me a skeptical look. “These past few days, you’ve been smiling more. And whistling.”

I shrug.

“Whistling, Cameron.” They squint their eyes at me. “What’s her name?”

“Whose name?”

“Uh huh.”

I give them a bland look.

“Fine. It’s none of my business.” They hand me a binder. “Here are the reports you requested. Also, Hayley’s here to see you.”

I sit up. “She’s here?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Send her in.”

I frown. Hayley rarely visits me at the office. We usually meet somewhere for lunch or hang out on the weekends.

Hayley sweeps into the room and stands in front of my desk with her arms crossed and brows lifted.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“Uh...” I do a quick scan of my memory, but I haven’t forgotten any appointments with her or missed her birthday. “What?”

“Monica.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

“Have a seat, Hayles.” I gesture to the chair behind her. “What about Monica?”

She sits down. “What are you doing, Cameron?”

I tense. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her.” She points an accusing finger at me. “You spent all weekend together.”

A grin spreads across my face. We’d had a very good weekend together, primarily spent in bed.

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