Page 55 of The Fallacy of True Love
“Damn.” Miggy stared at me, his mouth agape. “Okay, that I didn’t see coming.”
“Me neither. Like I told Dani, it wasn’t planned at all.”
“Are you in touch with her?”
I dug my spoon into my rice bowl. “No. She hates me.”
“A girl hates you? That’s new.”
“Shut up.” He was right, though. Whether it was because of the females in my family, I’d always gotten along with girls. Maybe that was part of Cam’s charm, how she made it abundantly clear that she disliked me. “You might remember her—the girl with the tattoo of the birds at the café we ate at?”
His brows swung up. “For real? Of course I remember her. That was an epic tatt, but I didn’t see her face.”
It was one hell of a face, just like the rest of her.
“Wait. You’re smiling. Are you into her?”
“I wouldn’t have kissed her if I wasn’t attracted to her. But it’s a moot point. She lives in Juana and has a thing against city boys.” I still wanted to know the story behind that. Did she always feel that way, or did something happen when she was living here?
Too bad I’d never know.
I wondered if she’d gotten my note, and if she had, what she thought about it. Did it have the effect I wanted it to have given how we’d left things off that night? If I had my mind straight, I would have followed it up with flowers or food—something bigger. But that seemed too late at this point. From what I knew of her, she was probably more than happy to move on and focus on reality.
Just like I needed to.
When I got home that night, everything was quiet.
I worked out in the garage, going hard on my sit-ups and push-ups to clear my head of my negative thoughts. Dani, my grades, the media attention; those were distractions. I had to keep my mind on the goal I’d had long before Dani came into my life—to become one hell of a lawyer. Which meant dialing in further on my studies, starting now.
I took a quick shower before settling at my desk. As I opened my codal, my phone buzzed with a new message—from Nikki, of all people.
Nikki
Congrats to your sister!
Of course the news had made it her way. If she knew, Cam definitely did.
Alonzo
I’ll pass it on. How are you?
Nikki
Kinda starstruck actually. I’m third-degree related to Jason Meyer.
Alonzo
I guess you are.
I braced myself for her next message. She didn’t strike me as the type who’d try to take advantage of her connections, but I didn’t know her well enough to determine if that assumption was correct.
When she didn’t send anything else, I typed out: Does Cam know?
The response came almost instantly.
Nikki
Yes.
