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"I promise." I take a deep breath. "Just promise me you'll take it slow. Rob was the only guy I had ever been with until recently. So I am very, very out of practice."

"Tell me more about the guy in Portree," Jack says, "I kept meaning to ask, but it seems like there's not much time to talk when we're together." He smirks before biting down on a piece of asparagus.

"We dated for a few weeks before I came here. He had to leave the country for work."

"Lucky fucker," he laughs. "Who was it? I know almost everyone there." He pulls a beer from the cooler, pops the top, and takes a long pull.

I clear my throat, a little uncomfortable with that possibility. "You know Millie that owns the bookstore?"

Jack freezes, his eyes wide.

"Her son," I finish.

Jack splutters, his eyes watering. He stares at me, a strange expression on his face. "You broke his heart, didn't you?" he asks.

"I hope not. Maybe?" I bury my face in my hands, feelings rushing back. I miss Cam—a lot.

"Even if you did, he's still a lucky fucker." He chuckles. "You probably made his entire life, Sassenach."

"I did not; if anything, it was the other way around." I think back to the night in the bookstore and bite my lip.

"Trust me." He takes the plate from my hands and pulls me into his lap. I lean back against him, and he rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to get upset."

My heart drops.

"Cameron was our university roommate."

"Oh my God! Really? Why would that upset me?"

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to connect the dots.

Oh fuck.

Their roommate. The roommate Lach said he sometimes ... fuck. My stomach tightens as heat pools between my legs.

"Please tell me you're joking. That I didn't manage to sleep with all of you within a month and a half." Mortification seeps into my bones.

Jack clears his throat. "Let me remind you that we haven't technically fucked yet."

"God, what are the chances?" I giggle, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. An unladylike snort leads to full-on belly laughs.

"Seems like it was meant to be, doesn't it?" Jack says, wiping a tear from my cheek. "I think we have a call to make when we get home?"

"We do?" I sober up immediately. Telling Cameron I'm in a relationship with his two best friends is not something I have any desire to do.

"Don't you think he deserves to know?"

"What if he hates me?" I whisper.

"Why would he hate you?"

"Even I hate myself for moving on so quickly."

"So, you're completely over him, are you? You don't think about him anymore? You don't miss him?"

"How can someone not miss Cameron?" I sigh, snuggling into his chest.

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