Chapter 6
Melanie
It had been over twelve hours since the kiss and Melanie still hadn’t been able to fully process it or her decision to abruptly leave after it happened. She felt guilty for leaving Cameron so quickly, but the fact Dylan was so close to possibly catching them had scared her. Melanie knew Cameron was very particular about not letting her family life overlap with her love life. Granted, Melanie knew better than anyone that Cameron didn’t have much of a love life to worry about.
Not that Melanie had any room to talk. She was basically only legally married at this point. Melanie didn’t love Rob, not like she used to or how she knew she should. Rob deserved better than what Melanie could give him.
And now that Melanie had kissed Cameron, she had all the more reason to want to end her marriage. Because there was no way she could go the rest of her lifenotkissing Cameron again.
“Thanks again for letting me stay here.”
“Anytime,” Palmer smiled at Melanie as they stood at the kitchen island, sipping coffee. “I’m just honored you chose my place to crash after youfinallykissed Cameron.”
“Don’t start again.” Melanie rolled her eyes, thinking back to when she’d showed up the night before on Palmer’s doorstep.
Palmer had opened the door in a sweatshirt and shorts with her dark blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She put her hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes slightly at Melanie.
“What did you do?”
“I kissed Cam.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah.” Melanie walked past Palmer and into her house. She plopped down on her couch as Palmer sat on the other side. “I was just getting ready to leave her house, and then suddenly something came over me.”
“Hormones.”
“Or alcohol.”
“They’re a dangerous combination.” Palmer pulled her legs up under her, turning toward Melanie. “So, what does this mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you two not talk about it?”
“No, Palmer,” Melanie dramatically groaned, “I left in a rush because her daughter was coming down the stairs.”
“So you just left? Melanie, why?” Palmer whined. “That’s not how you get the girl. You can’t kiss her then leave her with no explanation.”
“Well, excuse me for not reading the manual on how to kiss your best friend.”
Melanie’s comment had made them both laugh as they drank a glass of wine and talked until the early hours of the morning. Palmer had been at Taylor Memorial Hospital for a few years, having transferred from a hospital in New Jersey. She and Melanie had become quick friends and often worked together with patients. As the labor and delivery nurse, Melanieoften helped deliver the babies before Palmer stepped in as the postpartum nurse. They made a great team, and Melanie was glad for a new friend.
Even when that friend was very opinionated about what Melanie should do about Cameron.
“All I’m saying is that I fully support you and Cam being a couple.”
“And I’m sure myhusbandwould agree.” Melanie rolled her eyes as a silence settled between them. Biting the inside of her cheek, Melanie sighed. “Did I tell you I called Blaire Anderson?”
Palmer’s brown eyes grew wider. “The hot lawyer?”
“Yeah.”
“No, you left that detail out.”
“Well, I did. A few weeks ago. Before anything happened with Cameron. Well, notanything.”
“Was it after the infamous New Year’s Eve almost kiss?”
