Page 39 of His to Seduce
“He’s a bartender…”
I’d said that months ago.
She’d looked so disappointed in me.
“Actually, he’s not.”
“He helped me in Chicago.”
She’d sprained her ankle there. Had mentioned being treated. When she returned, she’d barely limped for a couple of days and then was back to normal.
She knew.
My eyes burned and I grappled for breath, stumbling away from the scene in front of me.
I shot accusing eyes at her, unable to stop. “You knew,” I gasped, breathing it out, my throat lined with sandpaper.
She knew. The men knew.
“Did you all know?” My blood began to boil and my skin itched. My legs trembled and I glared at Chelsea. Her hand clutched tight around Aidan’s bicep at the outer edge of the crowd. My voice rose. “Did you all know?”
“Camden.” Trina stepped toward me, but I shook my head. “Let me explain.”
“I’d like that, too,” Chelsea said, her shocked eyes snapping to mine. “What’s going on?”
I turned to Aidan. Nothing in his stern expression gave anything away. He barely pulled his eyes off David and Harold to look briefly at Chelsea. “Told you it wasn’t my story to share, honey.”
“Oh my God.” My hand went to my chest. My heart beat so quickly I felt the vibrations beneath my fingertips. My chest heated and burned. My knees wobbled so hard I thought I might fall over.
Swaying, I turned and stared directly at David. His head was turned and he was whispering to Milly. Soft, calm words, explaining phrases I didn’t understand, assurances only a man with medical experience could.
As if he felt my eyes burning into the back of his skull, he turned and met my furious expression.
His eyes softened, silently apologetic.
How much had he lied to me? And why?
“My God,” I gasped, stepping backward, shaking my head.
“Camden.” He stayed in his position, moving slightly as if to reach for me and then seeming to remember where he was…what he was doing. “Camden.”
He called my name a second time again. No explanation. No apology.
How could I have been so stupid as to trust him? To feel safe with him?
Was it all a joke?
“You’re a…doctor?” The truth, stated like a question, formed in my brain and I spoke it on a whisper, my voice ragged.
He flinched when he heard me and opened his mouth.
To speak more lies? I didn’t wait to hear them.
“Camden,” Chelsea cried out as I hurried away from them, pushing through strangers who were circling. “Come back.”
I kept going, but her footsteps echoed along the wooden planks. She grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“Are you okay?”
