The Bet

33) Honesty Hour

Camila's POV

  "Oh, it's you."

  Damn, Mickey looks as disappointed to see me at his door as I am to see him.

  "Hey, Mickey! Is your sister home?" I chose to ignore both of our dissatisfaction and get straight to the point, gripping the 'please forgive me for being an idiot' flowers I brought for Sam tighter due to a sudden wave of nerves.

  Ugh, anxiety. This is why I hate fucking up and normally refuse to allow it.

  Of course, nobody is perfect. . . I just can't believe I let Sam slip through the cracks.

  Never again.

  "No. She's not." Mickey said and derailed my train of thought.

  "Oh," I chuckled nervously. I've already checked the cafe and The Cave. "Do you know where she might be?"

  "Of course." He scoffed. "She's my sister."

  Oh, thank god. "Ah, perfect. Where?"

  "None of your beeswax, lady. You hurt her. I don't know how, or why, but I know you did, so fuck off."

  I blinked incredulously at this literal child's sheer audacity. It didn't help my bruised ego at all that he's not even in the wrong.

  To make matters worse, in response to my stunned silence, the teenybopper rolled his eyes.

  I see now where Angel gets all her practice in patience.

  "The only reason I opened the door for you was because I thought you were the pizza guy. Now that I know you're not, bye." Then, suddenly, I was getting a face full of door.

  If I had a nickel for everyone who has slammed a door in my face in the past five years, I'd be dirt poor. Though, before I was the woman I am today, getting told to fuck off was practically part of my daily routine.

  Luckily, I've never been very good at following orders, only giving them.

  And Sam deserves an explanation, let alone the fact that I'd really prefer to have my Angel back.

Sam's POV

  "Is she gone?" I peaked around the corner I was hiding behind.

I could hear the eye roll in Roy's voice. "Yes. She's gone."

I came out fully from my hiding spot that I took refuge in when Camila showed up at The Cave, no doubt looking for me.

We can't see each other yet, I haven't figured out what I'm going to say.

I rubbed my temples. Oh, how I miss the days when I didn't have to plan our interactions like I do for everyone else.

Roy turned to face me after acting casual at my request. "Why are you avoiding her again?"

With furrowed brows, I sighed in exasperation. "Don't you know? You were there!"

Ugh, men.

"I have an idea, but I think I deserve more than that for helping hide you while I know damn well my boss is looking for you," he said. "If she found out. She'd have my head."

Dang it. He has a point.

"Fine. I'm upset with her because she lied to me about whatever it was that the both of you were doing at my house last night," I grumbled, crossing my arms and getting worked up all over again.