Catching the accusation in my tone, Cam’s eyebrows knitted together. ‘Is that a problem?’
My blood heated and I had a sudden vision of throwing my salmon and potatoes in his face and screaming, ‘Yes, it’s a f**king problem!’
Instead, I pushed my plate back and gave him a look that suggested he was a complete and utter dunce. ‘Let’s see … you were alone in your flat last night with your ex-lover. Why on earth would that bother me?’
‘We’ve been over this. We’re just friends.’
‘And if I have a problem with that?’
‘You said you trusted me.’
I leaned over the table, keeping my voice low, trying not to cause a scene. ‘Ten minutes ago you acted like a possessive ass**le in my place of business over a couple of guys flirting with me. How can you not see that inviting your ex-girlfriend over to your flat and not telling your current girlfriend is a huge bloody problem?’ My voice rose on the last three words and people turned to look. Cheeks burning, I stood up from the table. ‘I’m going back to work.’
‘Johanna.’ Cam stood to stop me, but I’d already grabbed my bag and moved towards the doorway, leaving him in my dust, knowing he couldn’t follow me before paying for our meal.
I was so upset I couldn’t return to work immediately. I let myself into the Gardens and sat on a bench tucked behind a tree, and I sniffled away to myself.
Being with Cameron had turned me into an emotional wreck.
My phone rang. It was Cam. I ignored him.
And then I got a text.
Baby, I’m sorry. You’re right. I would have been pissed off, too. Come by the flat after work so we can talk. I hate fighting with you. x
I swiped the tears out of the corner of my eyes before I picked up the phone to text him back.
Okay. x
That was all he was getting. After all, I was still hurt and severely pissed off at his inconsiderate ass**lery.
Although I’m not one of those people who infect everyone else with their bad moods, I was so lost in my own thoughts for the rest of the day that my colleagues gave me a wide berth, sensing my misery. I didn’t know what I would say to Cam when I saw him. Was I going to get over the whole Blair thing? I didn’t think so. Was I going to make him choose between me and her? I wanted to, but that just made me the shittiest person ever. I couldn’t dictate to Cam who he was and was not friends with.
By the time I knocked on his door I felt ill with uncertainty.
He opened the door, looking relieved to see me. I gave him nothing, brushing by him briskly. I strode into his living room and the first thing I saw on the coffee table was her effing Kindle. I dumped my bag and threw my phone on the table beside it. ‘She’s not picked it up, then?’
‘Jo …’
At his plaintive tone, I spun on my heel and raised an eyebrow at him. ‘You know I was willing to believe it was just me. Just me and my stupid insecurities. But having her over here without telling me, that was really crap of you, Cam.’
It had been a long time since I’d seen Cam look guilty. The last time, in fact, had been when he realized he’d been wrong about me, when we’d sat in this room and I’d trusted him with my life story. He had the same look on his face now. ‘I am sorry I didn’t tell you. But it was completely innocent.’
I bit my lip, feeling my stomach roil with emotion. ‘I have a problem with her,’ I confessed.
‘She hasn’t done anything wrong. Jo, Blair and I were friends before we were a couple, and I’m just catching up with an old friend. That’s it. You need to grow up about this.’
I hated him. Right then, I actually physically hated him.
‘Don’t speak to me like that, you condescending dick.’
‘Jo –’
‘Why didn’t you tell me she was here last night?’
‘I didn’t hide it from you. I told you at lunch. If something was going on I wouldn’t f**king tell you, would I?’ His voice began to mimic mine, rising in frustration.
‘You said you loved her.’
‘Loved. Past tense.’
Ignoring his growing impatience, I crossed my arms over my chest and attempted to drive my point home. ‘You didn’t break up because you fell out of love, Cameron. You broke up because you were scared she was going to leave you. You were scared she wasn’t going to choose you and so you walked away first.’
Anger sparked in his eyes and he took a few steps towards me, bearing down on me. ‘You don’t know shit.’
For once I wasn’t daunted. I was too pissed off. ‘I know I’m right.’
Cameron cursed under his breath and looked down at the table where her Kindle was. ‘This conversation is insane.’
Before I could respond to that non-answer to my non-question, my phone rang. I was about to turn around to pick it up and shut it off when I froze at the look on Cam’s face. His eyes had narrowed on my phone, studying it, it seemed. Gently brushing me aside, he reached to pick it up. As he stared at the screen, his jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek popping as he lifted furious eyes to my face.
My heart suddenly began to pound in my chest.
Cam turned the phone towards me. The screen read MALCOLM CALLING. ‘What’s he doing calling you? What? Did you go running off to him at the first sign of trouble?’
I flinched at the accusation. ‘No. We talk sometimes.’
Wrong thing to say. ‘You’ve kept in contact with him and you didn’t tell me?’
Uh-oh. I shrugged.
Cam gave a huff of disbelief. ‘I’m standing here getting grilled about Blair and you’ve been keeping Malcolm from me? Why? Why not tell me?’