“Jeez.” Cam’s brow furrowed, and he put his hand on mine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t. I’ve never told anyone that, and everyone else who knew took it to their grave.”
“And now Jake wants to see your father.”
“Jake thinks he needs to make amends. Can you imagine? He thinks he needs closure.” I ground my cigarette out and motioned the server over. “Far as I’m fucking concerned, somebody tries to kill your ass, that’s closure enough.”
Cam blanched. “I guess.”
He looked so unhappy that I took his hand in mine. “C’mere, you. I know you’re mad at me. I know you don’t think you can’t trust me when I tell you that I’m trying to do the right thing, but I swear, Cam. I swear to you, I will not lie to you anymore.”
“I don’t know, Daniel.”
“Aw. Just… C’mere, Cam.”
He balked at first, but eventually after I scooted my chair closer to his, he relaxed. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck. He was reluctant, but I could see he wanted contact. Like a wary animal he hesitated, inches away, waiting for me to press my cheek to his. When I did, he melted into me with such sweetness, I melted a little too.
“Daniel.” He breathed the name in my ear. “Tell me we’re not going to fuck this up.”
“I—”
“Tell me money isn’t more important to you than what’s right.”
“It’s not, Cam. I swear it’s not. You have to trust me. You have to believe that I know what I’m doing. That I wouldn’t hurt you or Jake for anything.”
His lips pressed to mine, and when I opened to him, his tongue swept out, and
fuck
, the taste of him was so fine, and I’d craved it so much it was like I was starving. I wanted to feel the shelter of his arms around me and the heat of his groin against mine. I had the fleeting, absurd thought that Cam was made for me, that if I’d sent someone out with a shopping list for everything I wanted in a man, they could only come back with Cam.
I must have smiled against his skin, because he pulled back and said, “What?”
“I missed you. After you left the car yesterday, I just—”
“I don’t want hard feelings between us. But I don’t believe in happily ever after, you know?” He took my hand in his.
“I know. Me neither, really.” I drew a lazy finger up the inseam of his jeans and watched as a faint pink color washed his cheeks.
No one was staring or anything, but we sat in the last of the patio tables closest to the boardwalk—on display to anyone out for an evening stroll. I would have liked to drag him to my place, to bed. His infamous tree was closer, but just when I was going to suggest it, the waiter arrived. I glanced up and didn’t recognize him. It might have been uncomfortable if it had been Marius, who still seemed to be crushing on me a little, even though I had it from Muse—who knew Marius from school—that he wasn’t exactly pining away in solitude. But the waiter turned out to be one of Cam’s conquests, and they sized each other up, all eyes and innuendo.
“Want something?” I asked Cam.
“Beer.” Cam gave the waiter a tiny what-can-I-say shrug of his shoulders. The boy raised his eyebrows and pushed his lower lip into a sultry pout, but said nothing. “And maybe some of those appetizer burrito things?”
He took our order and glanced back at Cam once more in open invitation when he left. Cam ignored him. Until that moment I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. Maybe Cam wasn’t that angry with me anymore.
“You’ll have dinner with me?”
“I’ve gotta eat.”
“That’s good anyway. You had me worried, and I—”
“Look, answer one question for me. Are you staying in St. Nacho’s?”
Damn. He would ask point blank like that
. “I don’t know what I’m doing, yet.”
“But what does your gut say?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t.”
Cam sighed. “You don’t really belong here, do you?”
Words failed me.
I could
always
count on words to get what I wanted—or to get me out of a tough situation—whether I was honest or used spin or prevarication or glib flattery. Yet now words failed me, when what I wanted
most
was sitting right in front of me and he needed to hear me say them.
Feeling cursed, I whispered, “No I don’t belong here.”
Cam reached for my hand and stroked the back of it as he had so many times. “I don’t belong anywhere else, Daniel.”
Well, that made things pretty clear. “I see.”
Cam’s voice was flat after that. “So how about we agree to disagree and give your brother and JT the best wedding they could ever want? How about we work together to make them as happy as two men in love could ever be?”
Oh, fuck.
The wedding
. How could I have forgotten about that? I’d have to see Cam every time I fucking turned around until the end of June. “I wish everything was different. You don’t know how much. No one has ever gotten to me like you do.” I swallowed hard. “I really think I love you.”
Way to bury the lede.
Cam shot me a sad smile. “I almost believe you mean that.”
Aw, shit. I
did
mean it. “Cam—”
“
Almost
. I’m asking you to think about your brother. He needs what St. Nacho’s has to offer even if you don’t. A lot of people do. And none of us will allow you to come here and take that away. Do you understand?”
“I’m really not the enemy.” I took out my wallet and dropped some money on the table. When Cam tried to shove it back, I gave him my fiercest
not negotiable
glare, and he pulled his hand back. “I don’t know how I came to represent all the evils of the outside world, and I don’t blame you for protecting what you have. I couldn’t prove myself to you even if I wanted to, but let me tell you in terms you’ll understand. St. Nacho’s doesn’t want me, she can’t wait to be rid of me, and
I don’t want to be here
.”
Cam leaned forward to rise when I pushed my chair back to leave. I put my hand out to stop him. I didn’t want to hear anything else he might have to say.
“Just stay there and enjoy your food and whatever else is on offer. I’ll be seeing you around.”
* * *
My phone rang as I made my way back home, and I took the call, flinching reflexively when my lawyer, Ted, barked out my name.
“
Livingston
. You blew up my phone today. What’s so urgent?”
“I’ve had an attack of conscience, and I need to change the terms of the divorce settlement. I need to admit I broke the prenup conditions first and take the consequences.”
“What? No. That’s insane. Did you get religion or something?”
“Not exactly.”
“Is she blackmailing you?”
“It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what? Help me understand here.” The implied
so I can talk you the fuck out of it
, wasn’t lost on me.
“I don’t want to be that guy, Ted. I don’t want to be the guy who does what’s expedient and only tells people whatever they want to hear. I want my new life to be built on something more substantial than convenient lies.”
“
Shit
.” He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance. “If you do this, you’ll have to split everything down the middle, fifty-fifty. Are you prepared for that?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. You’re the one that’s going broke. First of all, I’m going to bill you for the time it will take to go over the figures again, and when you get over that crippling blow, you’ll be more than fiscally naked because you’re giving Bree the clothes off your back.”
“Too late.”
“You need some time to think this through.”
“I can’t live with myself if I don’t come clean. I have to do this. If it makes you feel any better, you can go after restitution for the things she destroyed.”
“Hell no, it does not make me feel better. You should be distracting your
conscience
with what money can
buy
. There’s a lot to be said for that, Dan. Did I teach you nothing?”
“
Conscience
is not a dirty word.”
“It is if it makes you throw perfectly good money away.”
“I’ve made up my mind.”
He heaved a sigh that sounded like bagpipes. “You need to be locked up for your own good. You can do a month or two of rehab, and I’ll forget we ever had this conversation.”
“Ted. I’m serious about this. So serious, in fact, that if you refuse to go along, you could find yourself out of the loop when it happens.”
“You’d fire me over this?” He was hurt. I knew he looked out for my best interests; he had since the day we met. He was protective, a surrogate father. A
business
father. I liked him a lot. But not enough to let him talk me out of this.
“Of course not, but I might leak the information and proof so Bree can control the outcome. Is that what you want? She’d be awfully smug if she thought she found something to use against me. If we go to her and come clean, we’re occupying the moral high ground and she has to suck it up and behave.”
“What you say makes a certain, pleasurably vindictive sense. We give her money and make it a bitter pill she has to take with the knowledge we’re better than her.”
“Now you’re seeing the big picture.”
“I still don’t like it.”
“But you will do it.” I wasn’t asking. I was telling, and he knew it.
“Yeah.”
“All right then.
Make it so
, number two.”
“Ah, I
hate
when you say that.” Something thumped on his end. My guess is he threw one of his executive toys, maybe the little man whose eyes bug out when you squeeze him, or one of his many wooden puzzles. “
Number two
. It’s Number One, damn it.”
“Keep your head. Just say to yourself, Bree will hate this, over and over while you’re doing it. That ought to get you through.”
“You really don’t hate her, though, do you?” His voice held wonder. I got that. Bree might hate me, but I had cut her so much slack my lawyer had to be reeling from shock.
“No, I don’t hate her.”
“You should. The bitch totally fucked you over with Anderson.”
“I know.”
“Her
lawyer
for fuck’s sake.”
That bothered Ted more than the cheating. That she’d cheated with the man who later became her lawyer really pissed him off. He was funny that way. He’d always been morally conservative and determined to be ethical where his business and his dick were concerned. He wasn’t a homophobe, but he wasn’t having the easiest time since I’d come out either. He’d been supportive as hell, though, and I was grateful. Mostly I used humor to break the tension between us.
“By the way, the offer still stands. If you’ll let me fuck you to get even with Bree, I’m there.”
“Fuck off.” He hung up the phone.
Okay, humor broke
some
of the tension. If Ted didn’t find me funny, he hung up the phone. But he’d do what I asked. And that was one thing off my mind. But, jeez.
Cam
. My entire body vibrated with wanting him, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I went to sleep with his image stamped on my heart. His taste on my tongue. I went to sleep wishing he was there beside me, wishing that I could pull him so close—open my heart so wide—he could crawl inside me.
I said I loved him, and it was all too true.
And just like that, the boy who cried wolf got gobbled up and became an object lesson for liars everywhere.
Chapter Twenty
Jake got home at one a.m., stumbling drunk. His clumsy footsteps woke me up. When I went to make sure he was okay, his fist came out of nowhere and connected so solidly, so painfully with my jaw, it whipped my head around.
Jake didn’t wait. He marched out the door, still talking to himself. “Motherfucking, control freak, douchebag rich, stick up your ass…”
“Wait,
wait
.” I hauled my ass off the floor and took off after him. “I know I deserved that.”
“Damn right you did.”
I tested my jaw by opening and closing my mouth.
Still hinged
. “Is that what passes for anger management these days?”
“Shit,” he hissed, and slumped sloppily against our fence. “Do you even have any idea what you’ve done? How huge a deal this is to me?”
“Obviously not, judging from your reaction. Why don’t you come inside the house, and we can talk about it.”
He eyed me, and I knew he wanted to say no. But I eyed him right back, and fortunately I could still stare him down. He clumped after me and went ahead when I opened the door.
“Joyce wanted to say good-bye. She left around seven. We came by here, but you weren’t home.”
“Sorry. I was…”
“With Cam, I know.”
Shit
. “How the hell…?”
“It’s a small fucking town, what can I say? I heard you two were canoodling at Nacho’s.”
Did I belong in St. Nacho’s
? Hell no. A guy couldn’t get a drink without it making the news.
“You could have called.”
“She said you should call her. I think she was overwhelmed.”
“No doubt.”
I had to hit the head, and when I got back, I found him pouring ice-cold vodka into chilled glasses for both of us. He started the ball rolling. “So now what? Have you figured out how you’ll spin this? I have a brother and sister I’ve never met. I can’t believe—”
“Just a damned minute.” I took my drink from him and sat in one of the chairs at our little table. “I’m not the one who let you down here.”
“The hell you’re not.”
“Not the only one. Pop could have written to you if he’d wanted.”
“How could he find me? Half the time I wasn’t even in the country.”
“He could have found you through me. But he didn’t.” I wouldn’t have let Pop find Jake either, but it was
true
he didn’t try. I watched each word break Jake’s spirit a little more.
Shit
. Was I so fucked-up that I couldn’t keep that from him, at least? Better he should hate me than let our pop make him feel like less, yet again, after all these years.
His eyes broadcast his pain. “Then why? I suppose you’ll fucking tell me.”