Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Ker, I’m home.” She heard Cam open the refrigerator and then the stove. “I’m starving. You cook or want me to order something?”
Kerris walked toward the kitchen, looking for the wisdom and the strength to handle this properly. She watched Cam riffling through the menus in the junk drawer.
“You need new tires, by the way. I’ll get ’em.” Cam studied a menu and patted the pocket of the jeans hanging low on his lean hips. “You hungry? I’m gonna call my order in.”
Kerris watched him pat his jeans again and then walk back into the living room, searching for his phone. Kerris held it up.
“Looking for this?” She leaked anger in her tone, saving the hurt for later.
A look of relief washed over his face.
“Yeah, I was. The day was so crazy I just realized I didn’t have it.” He extended his hand, palm open. When she held on to the phone, Cam frowned. “Ker, my phone.”
“Why?” Kerris willed her voice not to wobble. “Afraid I’ll see something I shouldn’t? Like a message from your friend?”
His dark brows jerked together over confused eyes that might have convinced her before, but not anymore.
“Who?”
Kerris turned the phone around, making sure he got the eyeful that had been intended for him. Cam scanned the screen and then rolled his eyes.
“Baby, that’s just some girl from the office. She’s a piece of work. Sorry you had to see that, but I barely know her.”
He wiggled his fingers for the phone, but Kerris wasn’t ready to release the evidence.
“Really, Cam?” Kerris threaded her voice with disdain. “You think I’m buying that?”
“I know how it must look, but I promise you I haven’t done anything with that chick.” Cam ran his long fingers through the dark hair spilling around his ears. “Not ’cause she hasn’t tried. Geesh, she’s persistent. I’ll make sure she doesn’t pull a stunt like that again.”
“A stunt?” Kerris scoffed, a disbelieving whoosh of air escaping from her chest. “The only stunt is the one you’re trying to pull on me right now.”
Cam’s eyes flinted and the muscle in his lean jaw flexed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why should I?”
“Maybe because when I saw you with my own eyes kissing my best friend I stayed. I chose to trust you when you said it wouldn’t happen again.” Cam dropped his hand, clenching it at his side. “Scroll through the history and see all the messages I’ve exchanged with her.”
Kerris glanced down at the phone, rolling her thumb over the screen to pull down other messages.
Nothing. Just the picture she had sent to Cam right before he’d walked in the door.
“You could have deleted them.”
“What’s her name?”
“What?”
“What’s her name?” Cam gestured to the phone. “Is she saved as a contact in my phone, or is it just some random number and a set of fake tits?”
Kerris, a sick feeling roiling her stomach, looked back at the phone. No name. Just a number. Maybe…
“Cam, I—”
“I swear on my baby growing inside you that I didn’t cheat with that girl, or anybody else, since the day you married me.” Cam snatched the phone and slid it into his back pocket. “Tell me you see the irony here. I had a lot more reason not to trust you than you had, and yet here we are. You accusing me of cheating.”
“Cam, what was I supposed to think?”
“I don’t know.” Cam shrugged broad shoulders under his cotton button-up. “That my vows actually mean something to me.”
“That’s not fair. They mean something to me, too.”
“Apparently, they mean something different to you.” A bitter laugh shoved its way past Cam’s lips. “The crazy thing is everybody thought you were the good girl marrying the bad boy. Poor Kerris. Cam won’t stay faithful, when all along you were the cheat.”
His words, so close to the ache she’d felt earlier, missing Walsh, sawed at her heart.
“Don’t.” Her whisper begged him to stop, even though she knew Cam well enough to know he wouldn’t. “You know I’d never cheat on you.”
“You mean you’d never fuck Walsh.” Cam’s beautiful face twisted into something as close to ugly as it could ever come. “Doesn’t mean you don’t cheat, and it’s sad that for a while I was willing to settle for that. Not anymore. Maybe I don’t deserve a girl who loves me, but I’d rather be alone than in a marriage with two other people.”
“I thought we were past this.” Kerris swallowed the regret and shame crawling up her throat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have confronted you that way—”
“Oh, I know exactly why you shot first and asked questions later.” Cam’s expression calcified. “You were looking for a way out.”
“No.” Kerris gestured to her swollen belly. “I’m pregnant. You think I’d want something like that to happen?”
“Either way, you got it. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore, Ker.”