“Yeah, yeah. I know,” I told her, setting her on my lap while I reached for the phone. “I’m obsessed with your daddy.”
“You’re what?” A male voice came from the speaker of the phone.
I looked up, seeing Matthew’s face on the screen. Oops. I must have accepted the call. “I’m…” I started, but then I took in the dark bags under his eyes. The way his hair stuck in all directions. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Is that a cat?” he asked, ignoring my question. Willow mewed and lifted her head to check the screen. “Why do you have a cat?”
“Matthew,” I said, now seriously. “What’s going on? You’re calling me very early in the morning.” A pang of guilt cut through me. I’d been so wrapped up in my own life that I hadn’t checked on him in a while. “What’s going on?”
His jaw clenched, and he didn’t need to say a word for me to know that there was something wrong. Probably more than one thing.
“Matthew—”
“Oh my God,” he suddenly groaned. He shut his eyes in a dramatic way. “Are you naked under that cat? Wait. Don’t tell me.”
“There’s a comforter between the cat and me.”
A female voice sounded in the background.
Matthew sighed before turning his head around and yelling, “MA! I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO MAKE A CALL.”
I blinked in surprise. “You’re back home? In Massachusetts?”
“Is that Adalyn?” was said in the back. “Tell her to come visit. God knows you need—”
“NOT THAT AGAIN, MA.” He faced me. “It’s a long story.” A shake of his head. “Anyway. I guess that explains why you look…” He trailed off, looking all but miserable. “Like that.”
“How do I look?” I huffed.
“Beautiful,” Cameron answered. “Stunning, really.”
My head swiveled in the direction of that deep, sultry, accented voice that was whispering all kinds of things in my ear last night. He was shirtless, and he looked so handsome and inviting from his spot at the door that I could only gape.
“And thoroughly fucked,” he added, making my jaw drop to the floor.
Matthew let out a strange sound from the phone.
Cameron ignored all of that. He crossed the distance to me with long, determined strides, green eyes boring into mine. He reached the side of the bed and leaned forward. “You’re naked, in my bed, with my cat on your lap, speaking to some other man. Should I be concerned, love?”
“Cameron,” I mumbled like an idiot, instead of a simple no. Or a Don’t be ridiculous, isn’t it obvious that I’m crazy about you? Or a Your biggest concern should be me, helplessly falling for you, if you don’t stop saying things like that. But my brain wasn’t working.
“CAMERON?” My best friend spit from my phone. “As in Cameron Caldani, as in the CAMERON CALDANI?” A panicked pause. “Is that Cameron Caldani’s cat? You’re in Cameron Caldani’s BED.” His voice went high. “Is Cameron Caldani the one who thoroughly f—”
“Matthew,” I stopped him. “Can you please stop saying his name like that? Actually, it would be nice if you would also stop emphasizing all that stuff.”
Cameron placed a mug in my hand and kissed me. Hard. Briefly but intently enough for his mouth to part mine.
Matthew gasped.
And I… I was too dazzled by that kiss. Distracted. I wanted more kisses like that. More growly noises from his chest, I—
“You’re with Cameron Caldani,” my best friend murmured, as if the knowledge was sinking in just now. “I have questions. First one is where is my shirt? Second is how serious are you? How did any of this happen? Are we becoming brothers-in-law?”
Cameron sat on the edge of the bed, placing an arm around my shoulders and muttering, “This should be fun.”
I sighed. “Cameron, this is my best friend, Matthew Flanagan. And, Matty, this is—”
“Cameron Caldani,” he finished for me, eyes growing three sizes. But at least he wasn’t gasping. “Big fan, Mr. Caldani. I’ve followed your career for years. I—” He stopped himself. “Hold on, before I go on, I feel like, as Adalyn’s best friend, I should extend a warning.”
“Matthew, no,” I whispered loudly. “And stop calling him by his full name, please. You’re making this very weird.”
Cameron pulled me closer with the arm that was snaked around my shoulders, and only when I was tucked against his side did he sneak his hand below the comforter and place it on my naked thigh. “Let the man talk.” He squeezed my leg, and my blood rushed to that exact point. “I don’t scare easily.”
My best friend looked so starstruck I doubted he’d be able to scare a fly right now, but he cleared his throat. “Adalyn’s last boyfriend was a complete tool.”
“I already like where this is heading,” Cameron muttered, and his hand moved to my belly, pushing me closer still.
Matthew continued, “I knew the moment I met him that I’d eventually want to break his face.” I tensed. Matthew didn’t know what Cameron did. “I waited for him to give me a reason, a good solid one I could use in case I needed to defend myself in court, but he never did.” A moment of silence followed that. “I don’t really know you, Cameron. But I like you. A lot. If you knew how much you’d probably be weirded out but—”
“Jesus, Matthew,” I hissed. “Get to the threatening because we have a game to attend.”
Matthew rolled his eyes before his expression turned stern. “But as much as I love the man on the field, I will break your face if you hurt her.” I sighed, not because I doubted him but the opposite. And I feared this would actually scare Cameron away. “I’d love nothing more than for you to be with her, give her a family of cute cats, babies, or whatever makes us best friends for life, but don’t break her heart. Because if you do, I swear I will—”
“I won’t,” Cameron stated. Firmly. No hesitation. “And she’s the one with the power and choice to do all those things. Not me. I’m just waiting for her to let me.”
My heart tripped. My soul might have left my body for all I knew.
I was going to faint. Or throw up. I really was.
What in the world was going on? Why were they talking about families of cats and babies and why was Cameron talking like… Like I just needed to sign on the dotted line to get it? I—we hadn’t even talked about what this meant. The future. I was leaving Green Oak. Soon after this game, if I had to guess. And he… He’d just bought this lodge.
I’m just waiting for her to let me.
Now my heart doing pirouettes. We needed to talk. Not about cats or babies, because that was ridiculous, but about whatever came after this. After now.
“All right,” Matthew said, clapping his hands and bringing me back. “Now that that’s out of the way. Can I ask you a few questions, Mr. Caldani?”
The man beside me flinched. And yet, he said, “Sure.”
“No,” I interjected with a firm tone, finally returning to myself. “No questions. No journalist shenanigans. Turn it off.”
My best friend’s mouth hung open for a moment, his brows in a frown. “But—”
“I said no,” I repeated, hearing one too many emotions in my voice. “Cameron only said yes because you’re my friend. But the truth is that his personal life is none of your or anybody’s business. He’ll talk when he decides to talk, and if that never happens, then that’s okay.”
Matthew recovered quickly, just like he always did. God, I felt like a jerk, but I’d already hurt Cameron by threatening to expose him. And even if that felt like an eternity ago, I shook with guilt even thinking of putting him in that situation again.
“I’m sorry,” Matthew said, and I knew he meant it. His eyes turned in Cameron’s direction. “I think she might keep you, man. Adalyn never goes all Rottweiler on me. Except for that time I dragged her to Saint Patrick’s—”