Page 73 of Camera Shy

“Sorry,” I say, burying my face in my hands. “I just…I was in a relationship for so long. No one says that to me anymore.”

She purses her lips. “Your boyfriend didn’t tell you you’re pretty?”

Come to think of it… “He always told me it was implied. He wouldn’t be with me if he didn’t think I was beautiful…then again, we’re no longer together, so…” I laugh awkwardly. Good grief. When was the last time I had normal social interactions with other women? Just Palmer. And that’s usually ducking and dodging her snarky commentary on my life.

Lennox pretends to gag. “That’s lazy.”

“You know what?” I say, raising my brows. “It is lazy. How hard is that? It’s barely a sentence. ‘You look pretty.’ Not that hard, right?” Mason should’ve said it more. I deserved more than implied.

“Not that hard at all,” Lennox parrots back. “Do you guys still talk?”

My shoulders tense and I immediately feel my defensiveness rising. “We own a business together. We still have to communicate.”

“That’s cool. In a perfect world, we’re all still amicable with our exes. It makes moving on so much easier. If you guys can own a business together, that’s really mature.” She peers at me, her big brown eyes narrowing just slightly. “Personally, I want to chop off my ex’s balls and feed them to him one by one.” She tugs the neckline of her shirt, exposing a name tattooed underneath her collarbone. “In hindsight, getting his name permanently marked on my body was a bad omen. Jinxed it.”

I cut a generous piece from my cinnamon roll. The side of my fork cuts through the fluffy dessert with ease. Covering my mouth as I chew, I say, “Are you getting it removed? And holy shit this is delicious.”

“Right? And no, no need. My artist has a whole plan to cover it by working it into a new design.” Lennox pats her shoulder. “As soon as I have a little cash, I’m copying Finn’s ship.”

“Oh, yeah…his tattoo is…” The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Pretty cool. Is there a story behind it?”

“Not really. Finn’s always been into ships. Which is funny because he has his pilot license. I always figured he’d want to become a ship captain but—”

“Finn has a pilot license?”

“Just a private pilot certificate,” Lennox says with a shrug. “It’s not like he could apply to fly for Delta or anything. I’m not even sure if it’s still active. He hasn’t flown in years.”

“Wow. I would’ve never guessed. He wanted to be a pilot?”

Lennox twists her lips. “In another life. Has Finn told you about his dad?”

I cut another piece of my cinnamon roll, stalling. Finn mentioned Lennox to me. They are more than cousins. This is his best friend and they work together. I can speak freely, right? “He might’ve tossed around the word womanizer.”

Lennox guffaws. “Finn’s so polite when he likes a girl. What he meant to say is Griffin Harvey Junior is the shit stain of society and an affront to womankind. Sexually active eighteen-year-olds with daddy issues are his favorite type. It’s a miracle he’s only fathered three children. I truly suspect there are more. Dirty fucker apparently doesn’t know what a condom is.”

I blink at her with my jaw dropped. Okay, so she’s candid. Actually, I like it. There are no smoke and mirrors with Lennox. What you see is what you get.

“That must be embarrassing for Finn.”

She nods in agreement. “Finn and his mom are really close. Which makes it hard for him to love his dad.”

I wet my lips, tasting the remnants of the sweet icing on my tongue. “Should we be talking about this? You know…behind Finn’s back?”

She reaches over and pats my hand. “My loyalty is to Finn. I know what I can say and which secrets to keep. My job is to protect him. Speaking of which”—she points to my chest—“what’s your deal?”

“Ah,” I say with a forced laugh. “So these aren’t friendly, neighborly cinnamon rolls after all.”

“Indeed. Baked goods come at a cost.”

I smile. Calm down. I couldn’t hurt Finn if I tried. “How do you take your coffee?” I ask as I rise.

“More cream and sugar than coffee, please.”

I grab two cups, pouring a generous amount of half and half into Lennox’s cup. I pour her cream but bring the silver container of sugar to the table with a spoon. “I’m not good at guessing people’s sugar tolerances. And as for ‘my deal’ I’m happy to tell you whatever you’d like, but you know Finn and I aren’t dating, right?”

Lennox grabs the spoon before unlatching the lid of the sugar container. She spoons three heaping teaspoons of sugar crystals into her cup.

Yup, my kind of girl.

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