Page 79 of Lock 'em Down

The table laughs, even Ray.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Laid-back Leif definitely has moves. I’m not sure you’ve seen them all yet, sweet Cami.”

His friends laugh again but Leif narrows his eyes, shooting me a look.

I take a bite of my eggs, trying to puzzle out his look. Ray was ribbing him the night we met so I’m not sure why his teasing bothers Leif now.

“Cami,” Piper says, polishing off her pancakes. “Want to head into town and do some poking around with me? There are some super cute antique shops and specialty food stores I’d like to check out.”

“For sure,” I agree eagerly.

“Great!” She stands, taking her plate with her.

I follow suit. “I saw a cute café on the way in yesterday too.”

“Crane’s Café,” Hudson supplies. “You girls will like it there.”

Leif tugs on my fingertips. I look down at him.

“You good?” he murmurs quietly.

I nod, dropping a quick kiss to his mouth. “I’m good. I’ll see you later.”

“The ceremony is at four PM,” he reminds me. “I think I’ll be busy until then.”

I smile. “Have fun.”

“You too, Knox,” he replies.

“See you guys later,” I say, waving to the table.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Piper says, linking my arm with hers and steering me toward her and Hudson’s bedroom. “I just need to change but I’ll be like, two minutes.”

“Take your time,” I say.

“Be right back!” Piper slips into her bedroom.

I wander farther down the hall and find a cute sitting area with beautiful—and fully stocked—bookshelves. I’m about to pull one off the shelf when my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s literally the reason why I bought this sundress—hidden pockets!

I pull it out and frown when I note Levi’s name on the screen. Another email. What the hell? My pulse quickens and I suck in a sharp breath.

I should delete it. It doesn’t matter what Levi has to say. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s in my past and I’ve put it behind me.

Still, my curiosity rises.

My thumb hovers over the email and before I can fully talk myself out of it, I tap on his message.

Hey, Cami,

I swear I’m not stalking you or anything. I just want to talk. Please, let me apologize for the shit I caused. Let me at least make things right between us. I know it’s a selfish ask but I’m asking anyway.

Give me a call when you can and we’ll grab a coffee. Then, I won’t bother you again.

Talk soon (I hope),

Levi

His number is under his name, and I stare at it. I know for a fact he doesn’t give his number out to anyone. It’s something he was really selective about back in Spain and I imagine he’s only gotten stricter since becoming sober. The last thing he would want is a bunch of people trying to party hitting him up when he’s trying to get his life on a new path.

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