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I swallow hard, pulling my gaze up and away from her shiny pink mouth. “Thanks for the ride. I’m gonna hit the shower.” I nod toward the house.
“Sure, anytime.”
Before I say or do anything stupid, I hop out of the car and jog inside, putting plenty of space between me and the coach’s way-too-good-for-me daughter.
CHAPTER 7
SLOANE
Well, cat’s out of the bag now. Cam knows I was engaged and got unceremoniously dumped.
Super. Nothing like putting your best foot forward.
There is one bright spot, though. He can’t have read the World’s Most Embarrassing Email because he acted surprised. Either that or he’s a damn good actor, but I kinda doubt it.
So at least he’s still in the dark about my feelings for him.
Besides, he’s bound to find out about my broken engagement in this tiny town. May as well hear the story straight from the source. I’d rather he get the facts from me and not some wild spin on the truth.
Buzz, buzz.
My cell vibrates in my hand as I walk into the house, the conditioned air chilly on my heated skin.
Bestie: What’s going on? Can you talk?
Sloane: Just got back from the football field
Bestie: CALL ME. Better yet, meet me at Java Jolt
Sloane: Ok, see you in five
I hesitate at the corner of the sofa for a second and debate checking in with Cam. The shower’s already on in the bathroom—he’s probably naked right now. Much as I’d like to bust in, that would be highly inappropriate.
Amazing, but inappropriate.
I settle for knocking on the door.
“Hey, Cam. I’m heading over to Java Jolt to meet Gracelyn. You want anything?”
I pause, waiting for his response.
“I’m good. Thanks.” His deep voice is muffled through the door.
“Okay. If you change your mind, shoot me a text. Or you can meet us up there if you want.” I cringe as soon as the words leave my mouth. Probably being too forward. I’m sure he has better things to do than hang out with me and my best friend.
“Cool, thanks for the invite.”
I relax a little, seeing as he doesn’t seem bothered. I’m just being friendly is all.
Yeah, right. No ulterior motive at all. Has absolutely nothing to do with the rippling muscles clearly outlined beneath his shirt or that sexy smirk.
“I’ll be back.” I wave at the closed door before trotting down the hall and heading out.
Java Jolt is in downtown Thunder Creek, about a five-minute drive from the house in the opposite direction of the school. The downtown’s historic, all red-brick buildings with white awnings over the storefront windows for shade. A narrow sidewalk runs alongside the shops, outlining the town square, a large open lawn in the center for gatherings.
Mid-morning on a Saturday the town square is pretty packed, but I manage to find a parking spot a block away from the coffee shop.
Walking down the street, I pass by places I’ve known my entire life. I do my best to be friendly, waving at people I’ve known since I was in pigtails.
