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"No kidding," Cami said. "And yes, Idorealize that's not what you want, which is fine, because it's not what I want either." Her voice rose. "Especially now."

Thatmade me pause.Especially now.

What did that mean?

But I didn't ask – because I was better off not knowing.

And Cami – she'd be better off, too, because I'd rather accept her hatred than risk breaking her heart – and Willow's, too, while I was at it.

So instead I kept my mouth shut and listened as Cami went on to tell me, "So, all I'm saying is that you might want to be extra-careful in front of Willow from now on."

I was still thinking about Cami.What was so different about her, anyway?Absently I murmured, "Careful how?"

"Just don't act too act friendly," she said. "And don't say or do anything to give her the wrong impression."

"Done."

"Excellent," she said. "And just in case it's not clear, you can act the same way when it's just the two of us alone – because one thing's for damn sure, we willnotbe getting 'friendly' again." Under her breath, she added, "Asshole."

And with that, she hung up without saying goodbye.

I stared at my cellphone for a long moment before tossing it onto the bed. This wasn't the first time I'd been hung up. And it wouldn't be the last.

But itwasthe first time I cared.

Chapter 42

Cami

Mason didn't even try to call me back.

That was fine by me. I wasn't the kind of person to hang up on someone just to make a point.

In fact, I wasn't the kind of person to hang up at all.

Now that I thought about it, he was probably the first person I'd ever hung up on in my whole life.

Good. Because he totally deserved it.

Even now, after a full day of replaying our phone conversation, I was so angry, I could hardly see straight.

But, like a total sap, I was hurt, too.

We weren't even friends?

What did that mean?He didn't evenlikeme?

Fine.Because I didn't like him either.Not anymore.

It was nine-thirty at night, and I'd just put Willow to bed when my cellphone buzzed with an incoming text. With my heart in my throat, I yanked the phone from my pocket and glanced at the display.

It was Arden.

She wanted to know if I could talk.

My shoulders slumped in disappointment. It's not that I wasn't happy to hear from her, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit it that might've been at least alittlenice if Mason had texted to apologize.

Or hey, a phone call might've been even nicer.