Page 53 of Wild As Her

I snort. “That isnotwhat’s happening.”

“Right,” he says, nodding. “Which is exactly why I heard Maggie telling Mrs. Fernandez over at Harvest & Honey that you two are giving offbig ‘future Mr. and Mrs. Jessop’ vibes and this show is a waste of time.”

I nearly choke on my coffee. “What? No!”

Ollie grins. “Oh yeah. Whole town’s got bets on when you two finally snap and get together. Maggie’s money is on you breaking first.”

I sputter. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Cami,” he says like he’s talking to a child, “we're just calling it like we see it.”

I groan and press my cold coffee cup against my forehead. “Ihateyou.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine. Imildlydislike you.”

“Still not true.”

I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. “It’s fine, okay? I'm just here to help the Jessops and sell coffee. They’re helping me, I’m helping them. It’s that simple. That’s it.”

Ollie gives a slow nod, then tilts his head. “And yet, here you are, steaming like an overcooked pot roast while watching him flirt with other women.”

“He’s busy finding a wife.” I bite my lip as one of the women reaches out and touches Jack’s arm. He gives her a polite smile, all gentlemanly, andugh, and my stomach twists in a way I absolutely refuse to acknowledge.

Ollie grins. “Mmhmm.”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Youthoughtsomething.”

“That’s true.” He sips his coffee. “And it washilarious.”

I exhale hard and glance back at Jack. Our eyes meet for the briefest second before I look away like a coward. My braid slides over my shoulder as I turn, and IswearI feel his gaze follow the movement.

But I’m probably imagining it.

Or hoping for it. Or both. Damn it.

I shake it off, forcing a smirk. “Well, whatever. He’s the one stuck on this dumb show, not me.”

“Uh-huh. So that’s why you keep checking to see if he’s looking at you?”

“I amnot?—”

Before I can finish, Jack’s voice cuts through the air. “Morning, Cami.”

Oh hell.

I fix my face and turn slowly. “Morning,Jack.”

A corner of his mouth twitches. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, immensely. How’s reality TV treating you?”

He looks at me like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Like a slow, painful death.”

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