Page 21 of Sophia & Cameron
She huffed this time, her voice surprised and maybe a little disgusted. “You’ve been spying on me?”
Cameron opened the door and motioned for her to get in, but she shook her head. He took a step toward her so she would focus on him. “What would your brother say if I told him about the guy who wouldn’t listen to you? Or that other guy? You didn’t want him to kiss you, did you?”
She glared at him, but she didn’t deny what he said. Sophia didn’t even try to move away from him.
He inched his face closer to hers, his voice lowered to that husky tone she remembered from before. “But what about me? Would you pull away if I wanted to steal a kiss from you? Would you fight me off if I claimed your mouth for my own?”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t utter a word.
Still, he moved a little closer. “Because I don’t think you would. Do you know why, Red?”
“Why?” she whispered.
Before he could tell her, a couple approached, the girl laughing aloud at something her date had said. Sophia took a step backward. She looked at the couple, then shifted her attention to him. The glare returned, and she pushed past him to climb into the passenger seat. Without a word, she pulled on her seatbelt and faced forward.
He watched her for a moment, and then he shut the door.
9
Sophia
Sophia had never been this on edge before. The second Cameron climbed behind the steering wheel, she couldn’t keep still. His words echoed in her head, bouncing around until it made her dizzy. She couldn’t bring herself to look in his direction because he’d been right. He’d hit the metaphorical nail on the head with everything.
She had been uncomfortable with the two men. The first guy hadn’t been too bad, but the relief she’d felt over Cameron intervening had been palpable.
The second guy was a stupid mistake. Emma had nearly convinced her to go over to Cameron and ask him to dance when she’d caught sight of him with that blonde Barbie. The only way to describe the emotions that churned inside her at witnessing the two of them together had been hot, fiery rage. It brought her back to the night she’d caught him with that girl outside of his hotel room.
Both had been blondes. Both had been the stereotypical women she saw in every magazine. It made her feel sick to her stomach, and she’d wanted to make Cameron hurt for it. So, she’d found the first guy she could and flirted with him mercilessly.
That woman had her hands all over Cameron, and while Sophia had no claim to him, she couldn’t deny the ache that reared its ugly head when she saw him with someone else.
The fury was so opposite of the longing she had for that man, and it only served to add to her confusion. How could she want someone who would only toy with her? It didn’t make sense.
She let her eyes drift toward Cameron, noting how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He wasn’t thrilled to be in here with her. But she didn’t know why. If he was so upset with her, why did he even bother taking her home?
“Message your friends,” he said.
Startled, she glanced at his face. His jaw was tight, and his eyes remained locked on the road.
Cameron continued, “Tell them you caught a ride home. They’ll be worried about you.”
She nodded numbly and pulled her phone from her back pocket. Once she had sent off the message and told Emma she would fill her in later, she put the phone into her lap and turned her attention to the window.
Part of her wanted to thank him for what he’d done for her. When he’d stepped in, he had helped her even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself—or him. But she couldn’t. She would never show him her weaknesses because that was what these feelings were. She was weak. What kind of person caught feelings for a guy who was unattainable? And she would know because she was the female equivalent of unattainability.
The irony of this situation wasn’t lost on her. The universe was laughing at her, watching her fall for a guy who would never want her back—not in the way she’d need him to.
She stared out the window, unseeing as she relived the evening and the other interactions she’d had with Cameron. When they arrived at her home, she lurched from the truck and practically ran toward the house. The last thing she wanted was for Cameron to walk her to her door. Sophia could do without the temptation of kissing him.
Because whether she liked it or not, he’d been right about that, too. If he’d wanted to steal a kiss, she would have let him and loved every second of it.
The followingdays were filled with as much tension as the ones leading up to that night at the country club. Sophia couldn’t forget the way Cameron had looked at her when that guy had nearly kissed her. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she saw was the look in his eyes when Cameron whispered what would happen if he were to be the one kissing her.
The simple act of remembering that moment was enough to give her goosebumps, and it was really starting to get old.
When she entered the barn that morning, Cameron tossed her a saddle bag. “We’re going for a ride.”
She lifted a brow. “I beg your pardon? I have work to?—”
