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"Why do you care so much about your uncle getting laid? It's a little strange if I'm being honest."
"Gross, I don't care if he gets laid. I just want to see him find someone to be happy with. He's lonely."
"He's not lonely, Cammy. He can have any woman in Seattle that he wants. My guess is that once the season is back in full swing, all of his female fans will be waiting in line to get their shot with him."
And since I know how good he is in bed, I don't blame them.
"He's not the player you think he is."
She's wrong in her assumption. I don't think he's a player. I know he has options, so why would he want to settle for the girl who can't sleep alone in a thunderstorm? And even if he is interested in me, he's already told me that he hasn't wanted to be in a serious relationship ever since his breakup with Josslin.
"Maybe not but at the end of the day, he and I want different things."
Cammy opens her mouth to respond when a voice calls out in the darkness.
"Got it!" I hear Seven coming around the side of the house.
Cammy and I watch as Seven finally emerges around the corner for the house, holding up my necklace.
Seeing the silver-plated necklace dangle in his hand brings me instant relief.
"Well, look who it is." Seven says, with one brow lowered.
"Hi, Uncle Seven."
Cammy doesn't look the least bit concerned with his tone.
"That was some dirty trick you pulled today."
"Huh… funny, because I'd wager to bet that it was the least dirty thing to happen all afternoon."
I burst out in a giggle and have to cover my mouth with my hand.
Seven shoots a look at me. I know he wants to ask if I told Cammy anything about what happened between us on the boat, but I avoid eye contact. I'm not getting in the middle of this friendly fire. I'm not equipped for battle like these two always seem to be.
These two know exactly how to push each other's buttons.
The Wrenley family should be studied for scientific proof that personalities are genetic.
He clears his throat and it seems like he's going to drop it. I guess he knows his niece can pull the information out of him, just as she did me. He's smart enough not to implicate himself.
"I saw that you girls are having a bonfire. Is Rita keeping your mom in line?" he asks.
"We're having a girls' night. We already painted our toes and did papaya face masks. And Rita has mom as straight as an arrow… for the moment, anyway. I was just coming by to see if Brynn wanted to join us for a glass of wine. Rita pulled out the good stuff," she says, looking over at me.
"Thanks, but Seven was just about to take me home. I don't want to put him out."
"One glass of wine, and then Seven will take you home. I'd drive you myself, but we've all had too much to drink," Cammy says.
"If you want to stay for a glass, I can wait."
"Are you sure?"
Before Seven can respond, Cammy pipes up.
"He's sure, come on," she says, opening my door. "This might be our last chance to get drunk around open flames before you leave us all."
She has a point.
