I glance at my phone when it rings.
Gabriel.
I send him straight to voicemail.
It's just three minutes into lunch hour and I'm seated in Ryder's car. He's busy pulling out of his reserved parking spot, and he taps the steering wheel my ringtone goes off again.
"Aren't you going to answer that?"
"Nope."
"Lemme guess. It's your husband, and you don't want him to know that you're with me."
"It's not Brent."
"Um, Clay?".
"Nope."
"Your ex?"
"No, and stop guessing"
"I'm trying to start a conversation."
"I'm not interested."
"That's a first. Camille, I want you to know that I'm on Brent's side."
I laugh without humor.
"I believe you."
"I'm serious. Like I said, my affair with Victoria has nothing to do with Brent."
"Really? You told me yourself that the woman wants Brent d
