Page 39 of Things We Fake
“I call it memory.”
I’d given her the perfect excuse to leave, but she made no move to that effect.
“What do you want, Britt?” I asked, sharper than I meant.
“Want or need?” she asked sweetly. “They aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Unbelievable. She was flirting with me right there, in front of Sue. After everything she’d put me through.
I looked across the table and met Sue’s eyes. There was a spark of mischief in their depths, a flicker of shared fury. She gave me a brilliant smile and her foot slid against mine beneath the table.Okay, let’s play,the touch said.
Chapter Thirteen
Sue
Cam leaned back in his chair, totally relaxed now, that cocky half-smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t really care what you want or need, Britt. Things between us will stay exactly as they’ve been for the past five years—nonexistent.”
That snake Brittany tilted her head, all fake innocence and a slow, sultry smile.
“Are you sure about that? I’ve heard you’re living in New York now. I could give you a… proper tour.”
He beamed that disarming smile I loved. “I did move the company here, yes. But I’ve already got someone showing me around.”
My brain screeched to a halt. He’d moved the company? I blinked, connecting the dots in real time. He didn’t work for Omega Software—he owned Omega Software. Holy ravioli!
Cam kept going, oblivious to my revelation. “How’s good old Chuck, by the way?” His voice was smooth as espresso, but with a definite sting. “Burned through his newfoundwealth yet?”
Brittany’s expression soured. “I hope he’s miserable. He was cruel to me.”
Cam raised a brow. “I take it he closed the tab on your shopping sprees.”
“He’s a controlling, penny-pinching miser. Not like you.”
Cam directed his gaze to the glittering diamonds around her neck. “Yes, clearly you were forced to suffer through unimaginable hardship,” he deadpanned. “I never could buy you rocks like those. Thank God,” he added under his breath.
I bit down on a laugh.
Brittany went on, ignoring his last remark. “I came to my senses. I’m divorcing him. It’s just such a shame he sold you his shares. We could’ve been… partners.”
She leaned forward, the sparkle in her eyes downright predatory. “I’m free, Cammy. I’ve missed you. Why don’t we do lunch tomorrow? We can catch up. Talk about old times. And… you know. Stuff.”
I nearly threw up in my mouth. I knew exactly what that “stuff” might be. This woman needed a fandom, not a fiancé.
Cam didn’t miss a beat. “As tempting as you think that offer is, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. Susanne and I have plans—don’t we, baby?” He turned to me with a look so sweet it could rot teeth. “Didn’t you say something about hat shopping?”
This was my cue. My smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “I did. Big day tomorrow.”
Brittany blinked. “Hat shopping? Really, Cameron? You hate shopping.”
He winked at me. “Not anymore.”
“Then maybe the day after,” she said through clenched teeth, turning to glare at me.
If looks did kill, I was already in the hearse. I wondered what Cam had seen in this she-devil of a woman, but a quick glance over her perfect body showed me the answer. He was only human, and he’d admitted that much. Grudge and hate aside, she was a looker. Even a saint could fall into sin with a living doll like Brittany.
Well, I had personality and was a lot nicer person than she was. I hadn’t fought for Neil because I hadn’t felt he was worth it, but I sure as hell was going to fight for Cam.
I smiled wider, removing my hand from the wine glass before I snapped the stem and went full Game of Thrones on her. Instead, I slid my fingers over Cam’s hand and gave him a squeeze.
