Page 19 of Swift and Saddled

I rolled my eyes but was grateful he’d called me out on it. The last thing I needed was for Weston to catch me staring and get the wrong idea about what that meant.

Even though something told me he wasn’t that kind ofguy. When I told him that nothing was going to happen and that this was just a job, I expected him to…push—at least a little.

But he didn’t.

He respected my boundary, and even though that was the bare minimum, it was new for me. Something about the way he interacted with me, the crew, everybody, made me think he was a nice guy.

But I’d had bad experiences with a nice guy, and I wasn’t about to go for two. Plus, I had no desire to be in a relationship. My life was finally mine, and I was still trying to figure out what that meant for me.

When I went back to the materials spreadsheet on my laptop—marking off what had been ordered and what hadn’t, checking confirmations and updating my supplier contact logs—I heard a sound that I didn’t normally hear on a construction site in this stage: heels.

I looked up and saw a woman coming through the front door. She was probably taller than me even without the heels, but with them, she was most likely closing in on six feet. She had dark curly hair that fell to her elbows. She was wearing the hell out of her long-sleeved-white-shirt-tucked-into-black-wide-leg-slacks ensemble and carrying a leather messenger bag. It looked like one of those bags that were simple but cost an insane amount of money.

Her eyes, which looked black from here, were scanning the space, looking for someone. When they locked on Wes, my heart dropped.

Shit. Shit.Shit.Did I accidently mack on a man with a girlfriend? A very hot, very powerful-looking girlfriend?

That’s what you get for making out with a stranger in a bar and not asking any questions, Ada.But he’d kissed me back. So this was his fault too.

I fuckingknewit. I knew that this man couldn’t be as nice as he seemed.

Wes had stopped hammering and brought his T-shirt up to his face to wipe away some sweat.

Damn.

If I posted that on my page, I’d have a million followers within the week. And now that I was really mad at him, I got angry thinking about how all a man had to do was exist and be semi-attractive for people to flock to him.

He made eye contact with the woman and gave her a wave and a dimpled smile. When she got closer to him, he went in for a hug but she stopped him with a hand in front of her and gestured toward his sweaty form.

Glisteningform might have been the more accurate term.

He laughed and then motioned toward the table that I was sitting at. Great. They were coming my way.

“Ada,” Weston called as they approached the table. “I want you to meet someone.” I stood up and thought about how I would tell her that her boyfriend actually sucked. I’d have to do it later—I couldn’t drop that bomb in the middle of a construction site.

“This is Cam, or, uh, Camille,” he said like he wasn’t used to using her full name. Her name fit her. It felt…regal. “She’s the attorney who’s helping with the project.”

“Lawyer, Wes,” Camille corrected. “Lawyers have graduated from law school, and attorneys are lawyers who have passed the bar. I haven’t done that yet.”

“Yes, you have. You just don’t have the results yet,” he said. Huh. What would it be like to have someone be so sure of you and your abilities? She rolled her eyes, but she was clearly fighting a smile. Okay, so he did have that effect on everyone.

“Ada,” I said as I reached out my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Camille, but everyone around here calls me Cam.” Because everyone around here, including Weston, was familiar to her. As I shook her hand, I noticed the absolutely massive diamond on her left ring finger, and my heart dropped again. Was he…engaged? God, I’d really fucked up. “I’ve never actually been in here before,” she said as she looked around. “I can already tell it’s going to be great.”

“Ada’s vision is incredible,” Weston said immediately, and his eyes landed on me, bright and soft. “She’s talented.”

“Obviously,” Cam replied, and she smiled at me warmly.

“So, uh,” I said, trying to think of a way to ask about Weston and Cam’s relationship. If they were engaged, I felt like she had a right to know about the kiss, but I didn’t really have any friends who were women, or friends in general, so I didn’t know for sure how I should handle this. But surely Weston would’ve mentioned a fiancée in the rundown about his family? “How long have you guys been together?”

Weston’s eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of his head, and Cam guffawed. I didn’t get it.

“We’re not,” Cam said at the same time Weston said, “She’s family.”

Oh god.

Did I just assume that he was engaged to his cousin or something?Goddammit, Ada. You are on a roll.

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