At least I would get dinner that day, that was my only consolation for what I’d just agreed to. I could skip the pizza and go for a salad. A guy like that—he’d probably expect me to get a salad anyway.
I went back to stretching, deciding to table any worries about my impromptu date until Saturday.
But I couldn’t table thinking about Camden James.
Camden
Anastasia Lennox was a difficult woman to stalk.
I was waiting outside her dance studio, in the alleyway that had become like a second home to me as of late with how much time I spent there. I was being a creeper, hoping I could see her for even a minute. Finding out something about her that I could use to make her mine would even be better.
I’d been trying to find out more information about her every free minute I had—anything to help me win her over.
I had been very unsuccessful.
Although, I had managed to get fifty of the assholes who’d followed her removed from her Instagram profile.
So, I guess that was an achievement.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I leaned back against the brick building behind me as I pulled it out and glanced at the text.
Ari: Hero, there’s a cat caught in a tree outside, better come over and save it.
Me: ?
Me: Where did you get the idea that I saved cats...
Linc: Is that a question?
Walker: It’s not a very good one.
Ari: You would say that, Disney, you simp.
Walker: I was agreeing with you!
Me: I’m still waiting to understand why I would save a cat. I don’t even like cats.
Ari: You take that back. Right now.
Linc: ...
Ari: Do you have something to say, Golden Boy?
Linc: You don’t even like cats...
Ari: Oh, right.
Me: I’m unclear what the point of this conversation is.
Ari: I’m unclear why you’re in this chat, James.
Me: You literally were the one who texted me.
Ari: ...
Me: I’m not saving a cat.
Linc: I guess you’re not the hero we thought you were.