Close to You (Fusion #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,53

senior year with Cami?” Mia says, pointing to Addie.

“Aw, poor Cami,” Addie says, hiding a giggle behind her hand. “She wore white pants.”

“And didn’t expect Mother Nature to show up that night,” Cami adds, shaking her head. “It was so mortifying.”

“You recovered,” Riley says. “You’re wearing white pants today.”

“Do you know how long it took me to wear white pants again?” Cami demands. “I didn’t wear them until just a couple of years ago, and now with this reminder, I’m rethinking it all over again.”

“I hear you,” Kat says, nodding. “It’s like Subway.”

“Subway?” Mia asks with a frown.

“Yep, I ate at Subway and got food poisoning when I was like twelve, and I’ve been afraid to eat there ever since. Whenever I drive past there, my butt clenches.”

The girls all erupt in laughter, and I can’t help but join them.

“I’m so glad that my gastrointestinal issues make you laugh,” Kat says, her shoulders straight. She eats her eggs. “It was horrific.”

“I can imagine,” Mia replies, and frowns at her eggs. “Like these eggs. I ordered them over medium, and the yolks are runny. If these are over medium, I’m Selena Gomez.”

“You always order the most difficult thing in the world to cook,” Riley accuses her. “And I think you do it on purpose.”

“Of course I do,” Mia replies with a sniff. “What if that twit applies for a job with me? I need to know if they can actually cook. And if you know what you’re doing, it’s not the hardest thing in the world to cook. You just have to pay attention and not fuck it up.”

“Are you going to send them back?” Cami asks.

“No. I actually like the yolks runny.” Mia grins and takes a bite of one of them. “But now I know that the idiot in the kitchen doesn’t know how to cook eggs.”

“We don’t even have eggs on our menu,” Cami reminds her.

“That doesn’t matter,” Mia says. “If they can’t cook eggs the way I ask, how can they be expected to cook a steak the correct way?”

“Whatever you say,” Riley says, and rolls her eyes at me. “Has she always been this difficult?”

“She’s always been demanding. Mia knows what she wants, and she gets it. It’s as simple as that.”

“She’s a pain in the ass,” Kat says, but winks at Mia. “But we love her.”

“Yes, that’s pretty much always been the consensus.” I chuckle, looking at my sister fondly. “But, with that comes a woman who’s excellent at her job. Do you get many complaints about what comes out of the kitchen?”

“Hardly ever,” Addie says. “We don’t ever want you to change, Mia.”

“Good. Because I’m not going to.” Her lips twist. “I wasn’t willing to change for a man. There’s no way in hell I’m changing for you bitches.”

“Wait.” I lean forward, frowning. “A man wanted you to change?”

This is news to me.

“It was a very long time ago,” Mia replies, waving me off. “And it was never going to happen.” She shakes her head at me, telling me to kill the subject, but I don’t like this. I know that I was gone for a long time, and I missed a lot, but I’m just now realizing that I was gone for some very big moments in my sister’s life.

I should have been here to cut that dick’s balls off.

“I’m full,” Cami says, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her belly. “Take me to the movies now so I can gorge myself on popcorn.”

I grin down at her. “Anything you want, babe.”

“Ugh.” Mia rolls her eyes. “You guys are disgusting.”

Chapter 13

~Cami~

“I love sleeping in,” I say with a big yawn, and smile at Scoot, who is perched on my vanity desk, watching me get ready for my day.

Landon just left for work, after bringing me a mug of coffee and then letting it get cold while he reminded me just how much he loves me in the shower. Of course, then he was late and had to dash out the door, but I don’t have to hurry today. My work is caught up and I don’t have any meetings or calls until noon.

I sip my now cool coffee, not caring in the least that it’s not hot, and run a comb through my damp hair, slather on some face moisturizer, and while that soaks in, I lift my blow dryer.

I close my eyes and enjoy the warm air, sighing contentedly. My body feels . . . well loved and sated, which sounds