Page 115 of Not That Into You

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Why?” His face pinches in irritation. “Because I’m not talking enough?”

I press my lips together, refusing to take the bait, even though the urge to snipe back is strong.

Instead, I lean over and drop a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He frowns but otherwise doesn’t move or say anything.

By the time I get to the foyer to slip on my shoes, Cameron walks up behind me. “Don’t go.”

Turning around, I find him standing with his hands in his pockets, a serious look on his face. I resist the urge to reach out and smooth the furrow between his brows. “I think it’s for the best.”

He sighs and looks down at his feet. “I’m sorry if I’ve been...”

“Grumpy?”

He gives me a small smile. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

“Surly also works.”

He huffs out a breath while shaking his head.

To hell with it. I step forward and give him a hug. He looks like he needs it.

As his arms wrap around me, some of the tension leaves his body.

He tunnels his hands through my hair and then pulls his head back so he can meet my eyes. “I like your hair down.”

I smirk. “It gets in the way.”

He runs his hands through my hair. “But in a good way.”

I rub my hands up and down his back. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

He blows out a breath. “Same old, same old.”

“Your family?”

“Mm-hmm.” He grabs my hand and tugs me back toward the kitchen.

I let him pull me into the den, where we both sit down on the couch facing each other.

“My father paid a visit to my office.”

I bite my lip. Whatever his father said, it obviously wasn’t good.

“He wants me to pull out of the interview for the CMO position.”

I sit up straight. “What? Why?”

“He doesn’t think I’ll get it, and Stanhopes never fail.”

I rear back. “Are you kidding?”

He shrugs. “He thinks I’m too young and not serious enough. He wants me to wait a few years.”

My brows wing up. “So he wants you to wait until he thinks you’ll have a better shot at getting the job?”

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