Page 47 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

I scream and it echoes through the still morning air. “Cameron Baker!”

I stomp down my dock to his. Everyone steps out of my way, smiling and laughing.

He looks over the edge of his boat. “Can I help you?”

“Did you do that?” I stab my finger in the direction of my boat.

“Well.” He shrugs. “If memory serves, you got my biggest charter drunk the night before and told them you had an opening. So… yeah, I did. Did Heidi and the girls not like it? Sorry, I thought you’d be here early enough to clean it up.”

“You did not. You did it on purpose so I’d lose a charter and have to wear the damn fish costume.” I climb on board and poke him in the chest. “Mine was by accident.”

He stares down at my finger, and I clench my fist, moving it to my side. “It was not an accident. You knew they were my charter.”

“Not right away, I didn’t.”

“But?”

She says nothing.

“Fess up, Chevelle.”

She sighs and juts out her hip. “The one guy started talking about the boat he’d booked and how awesome it was. It was easy to figure out they were talking about yours.”

“And you sabotaged me.”

Ugh. I hate when he’s right. “Maybe. But they were ordering the majority of the shots, okay?” I shake my head and let out a sound of frustration.

“Now we’re even.”

I laugh in his face. “We’re not even. You better watch around every corner, Cameron Baker, because when I’m out for revenge, I go for the throat.”

I stomp off his boat and down the pier. “I’m sure all these items came from your personal collection, so you better come get them before I throw them all out.”

“It was a joke, Chevelle. You took away one of mine and I took away one of yours.”

I give him the finger while walking away. “Of course, Cam. No hard feelings.”

* * *

I ended up canceling on Posey because there’s no more sexual tension between Cam and me. Not after what he did.

I’ve waited four days to pull this prank because it’s been fun watching his paranoia in action. Sitting down but standing up quickly, thinking I left a tack on his seat. He peeks through every door before entering the room, and he’s always looking over his shoulder.

In truth, I probably don’t even have to do anything because the threat alone is doing the trick. But I have to hit him where it hurts, which is his charters. He has to feel my wrath there for it to be payback.

He walks down the stairs in the morning like usual, peeking around the corner before walking into the kitchen.

“Calm down, Cam.”

“What did you do?” he asks.

I was going to make him breakfast and coffee, but I thought he’d never eat or drink anything from me, so I didn’t bother. “I figured we’d walk into work together, stop at The Grind, get some coffee and a muffin.”

His eyes narrow the slightest bit. “What’s your game plan? String me up in the town square and leave paddles for kids to hit me?”

I laugh because the image is funny. “You need to relax. Maybe I’m not going to do anything. I just figured the weather is cooling down and pretty soon we won’t be able to walk to work.”

He nods slowly. “Okay.”

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