AMELIA
"You do not know Cam. He's so stubborn. He would drink and get arrested," Jake tells me like it's my business to care when that suits him well.
I will not babysit a privileged brat manchild.
"Okay?" I shrug nonchalantly.
Jake frowns, adding, "We have to come bail him in the middle of the night."
"That's not my problem. I just want to be with my fiancé. Maybe we can have new good memories I can go to bed dreaming about."
"I know you do not like him," Jake starts.
My eyes widen, my stomach churning. Am I giving it away too much? I don't let Jake finish; I interrupt. "Why? It's not like I even know him or anything to hate him."
"You have been giving him cold shoulders; the guy is clearly hurt. He's just trying to be nice."
And now he's the victim. I see.
"He told you that?" I
