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“Okay…” Was that why she needed the certificate? If so, what was it about that specific job that compelled her to do something she hated?
“She doesn’t know anyone there, and if she was only going to be there for a day, I wouldn’t worry,” Nikki went on. “But she has to stay for a week. I was wondering if maybe you could check in on her? I’d go with her if I could, but with Jo and the café, I can’t take off. Eric has a work trip, so he can’t go either.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “When’s she coming?”
“Monday after next.”
Spotting an incoming jeepney, I waved my hand. “Got it. She’s taking the bus, right?”
“Yup, she is.”
“Can you send me the details? I’ll see if I can pick her up before my class.”
“I’ll text you after this.”
“Sounds good,” I told her as the jeepney pulled up in front of me. “I have to go.”
“Okay. Thank you so much, Lonzo. This means a lot.”
“No problem. Take care, Nikki.”
My phone vibrated as I got into the jeep. Once I had settled in for the ride, I studied her text with Cam’s travel schedule.
It wasn’t a big deal—nothing I wouldn’t do as a favor to my siblings or my other friends. But as I headed to Miggy’s apartment, my mind was less on my readings and more on my unexpected visitor.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cam
“Camaya Cruz.”
My head swiveled to the left, the horror of hearing my full name overruled by the shock of seeing who had shouted it.
Then again, only one person would have the guts to say it out loud.
I glared at Alonzo, who leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, the picture of a cool guy. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What does it look like? I’m giving you a ride,” he said, sauntering over to me.
“No.” Did I say he looked cool? Scratch that. He was even hotter than I remembered. Focus, Cam, I chided myself. “Can you scrub any memory of my name from your brain? Anything related to me. Just delete it.”
He smirked. “That’s impossible. You’ve left an impression on me, Camaya.”
“Say that again, and I will literally take my knee to your balls. Don’t test me.” It would have been more effective if I didn’t have to crane my neck to look him in the eye, but I had to work with what I had.
“Fine. How about Maya?”
“No.”
“But it suits you.” He tipped his head to the side. “It also matches your tattoo. Actually, is that why you got it?”
“Can you stop talking?”
“Sure. When I get my way. Come on.”
“No. How did you even know I was coming here?”
He raised his eyebrows, and the answer slammed into me.
