Page 76 of Never the Bride
“That’sChad Becker?” She seems unimpressed by the 6’5” phenom of an athlete with irresistible dimples.
“You’re not a fan?”
“No.”
“Why not? He’s one of the best baseball players out there.”
Her brown eyes flash to me. “That doesn’t mean he’s a good guy.”
“Actually, he’s known for being agreatguy. He spends extra time with fans, especially kids. He signs every ball. Visits hospitals. Started a charity. He’s a big family man.”
Camila scoffs as she shifts her attention back to her phone. “Anyone can play the part for the public.”
My brows sink together. “Is there any man on the planet that you don’t immediately hate?”
“Yes,” she defends.
I fold my arms. “Who?”
I mean, I hope she says me, but I won’t hold my breath.
“Enrique, my hairstylist.”
“Aheterosexualman.”
“Fine.” She brims with irritation as she thinks. “How about Nate and Vinny?”
“You’re just naming your friends’ boyfriends.”
“So?”
“So maybe instead of marriage counseling, you should be seeing Abby alone to work through your obvious man-hating issues.”
“Man-hating isn’t even a word.” She shakes her head, glancing back at her phone, and the dismissal rubs me the wrong way.
Or maybe I’m rubbed the wrong way because we’ve been living together for two months, and besides my parents, we haven’t told anyone about the marriage—and I’m tired of it.
I like Camila, and I’m sick of keeping her a secret.
There. I said it.
“Did you get the text I sent you today?” My tone isn’t cold, but it’s definitely not warm.
“No.” She looks up briefly. “I got it. I just didn’t have time to read it. What did it say?”
“Landon and Selena are coming over for drinks and dessert tonight.”
“Why would you invite them over?”
“Because I think it’s time we get this marriage out in the open.”
“Youthink it’s time?”
“Yeah, this living in secrecy is stupid.”
“Well, I think it’s smart, so text him back and tell him tonight’s canceled.”
My brows drop. “I don’t want to.”
