Page 44 of Feels Like Coming Home

At the bottom of the note was a number that I assumed was his. I carried the bag of food and coffee into the house, closing the door with a giant stupid smile on my face. My insides started to thaw after waking up feeling as if they had iced over. He hadn’t left and he remembered my order.

Setting the bag down on the kitchen counter, I reached for my phone and opened a new text message, typing in the number that was left on the bottom of the note. I reread my message three times to make sure it sounded okay and hit ‘send’ as I chewed on my bottom lip.

Nice touch this morning Johnson.

I was trying to be witty and smart, but also thankful for the food. I set my phone down and was starting to walk away when I saw the three dots pop up on my screen and scrambled to pick it back up.

Thanks Jones. I’m just trying to get back into Piper’s good graces.

Just her good graces? What about mine?

I love ya Jones, but Piper could and would commit murder if she wanted to and I'm first on her hit list. You would never.

Did he just say he loves me?I’m just going to slide past that one for now.

I can’t believe you remembered my order.

Holding the iced macchiato in my hand, I could feel my heart beat a little faster knowing that Cam hadn’t forgotten that it was my favorite.

Like I told you before Jones, I remember everything about you.

About us.

I took a big inhale and released it slowly through my nose. I know he was being sweet, but I remembered everything about us too. Specifically, his propensity to leave without warning. Thinking about it now made me remember how I woke up in a foul mood but now the feelings had seemed to pass.

You know I was starting to think you had left town and gone back to Charlotte. Haven’t seen you in a few days…

The three dots were back on my screen, then they were gone. I stared at my phone with so much intensity, practically willing those stupid three dots to pop back up on my screen again. When they did, I exhaled sharply. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

I just didn’t want to bother you is all. I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.

That’s a first, I thought, trying not to roll my eyes. He texted me back before I could type a reply.

What are you doing today?

Thankful that Cam moved past the topic of abandoned goodbyes, I thought about the day ahead and what Piper and I had planned. We had already set the floor plan, speakers, venue, and timeline for the conference in April. Yesterday was spent dealing with caterers who didn’t know their heads from their asses, which meant we were going to have to figure out the pop-up vendors we wanted to invite today. We were feeling good after checking ticket sales yesterday, noticing we only needed to sell fifty more over the next twelve weeks.

Piper and I are going to be organizing vendors for the conference in April. It doesn’t sound like a big task but we still need to source everyone, invite them, and then organize their setups.

Sounds like a big day. Another busy one I would guess.

Yeah, we should be working most of the day.

Anyway you could cut out early and play hooky?

Texting Cam like this made me think of high school. We would text all day, even when we weren’t supposed to, and never ran out of things to talk about. The big stupid smile was back on my face as I thought about it.

I mean, I'm the boss so I do make the decisions.

Jones, you can be the boss of me any day.

My eyes got round and I reread his message twice to make sure he had sent what I thought he sent.

Was he trying to be sexy?

Why was my face suddenly warm?

You’re such a jerk.

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