Page 39 of Just Like This
The door to the bar opened, bringing in the aroma of jasmine. Even the stale smells of the bar couldn’t hide Cami’s familiar scent. I looked up and spotted her walking swiftly toward our booth. She was a woman on a mission.
“Are you okay?” Cami asked breathlessly through a narrowed gaze.
“He’s had a little too much truth serum tonight,” Jackson told her. He stood and placed a hand on her bare shoulder. Jackson threw a few bills down on the table before clapping me on the back. “I’ll put your stuff in Cami’s car. Good luck, man.”
Cami nodded her acknowledgment and took his place across from me in the booth. She reached out and shook each of the nearly empty bottles. Disappointment flashed across her face. She held up a finger, signaling to me. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
It was a matter of seconds before she returned with what looked like a margarita on the rocks. “What happened with Palmer?”
I launched into a full recount, telling her everything including how he blindsided me with a punch to the gut. I loved the way she scrambled over to my side of the booth out of concern. Her fingers tangled in my T-shirt, lifting the hem slightly to check for bruising. Her fingers brushed lightly along the sore spot, and I flinched.
“There’s definitely going to be a bruise,” she murmured.
“Then I guess you won’t be riding me tonight.” The remark was totally crass, but my tongue was loose, and she was so close that all I could think about was tossing her up on top of the table and fucking her senseless.
“Garrett.” She scowled up at me and let my T-shirt fall back down. “Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “Thank you for coming.”
“What’s Palmer’s problem?” Cami grumbled, reaching across the table for her drink. She took a long sip before looking me square in the eye. “There’s never been anything between us.”
“I know, but Palmer isn’t ready to admit that, and I swooped in before he could take another chance.”
“You’re both acting like I’m a possession. Fighting over me like I’m a toy or something.”
“Cami, youaremine. I don’t care how much of a caveman that makes me.” I reached up and threaded my fingers through her hair before leaning down to brand her with my kiss.
