Avery’s gaze flickered over my shoulder. Indecision crawled over her face. Come on, Shortcake, come out and play. She shook her head. “Thanks, but I was heading to bed.”
Disappointment pricked at my skin. “This early?”
“It has to be after midnight.”
I grinned. “That’s still early.”
“Maybe to you.”
“Are you sure?” I was about to pull out the big guns. “I have cookies.”
“Cookies?” Two brows rose.
“Yeah, and I made them. I’m quite the baker.”
“You baked cookies?”
The way she asked that was like I’d just admitted to baking a homemade bomb in my kitchen. “I bake a lot of things, and I’m sure you’re dying to know all about those things. But tonight, it was chocolate-and-walnut cookies. They are the shit if I do say so myself.”
Her lips twitched again. “As great as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass.”
“Maybe later then?”
“Maybe.” She stepped back, reaching for the door. “Well, it’s good seeing you again, Cameron.”
“Cam,” I corrected. “And hey, we didn’t almost run each other over. Look at us, changing up the pattern.”
“That’s a good thing.” She took a deep breath. “You should get back before Raphael pees on your hand.”
“Would be worth it.”
Confusion marked her features. “Why?”
I sure as hell wasn’t going to explain it. “If you change your mind, I’ll be up for a while.”
“I’m not going to. Good night, Cam.”
Ouch. Damn. Shortcake just dismissed my ass. For some reason, that made me smile. Maybe because I couldn’t remember the last time a girl outright sent me away. Interesting. Here I thought I was incredibly charming.
I took a step back as Raphael poked his head out of his shell. “See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Astronomy class? Or are you skipping again?”
“No,” she sighed, flushing, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far that flush traveled south. The likelihood of me finding out seemed very slim. “I’ll be there.”
“Great.” I forced myself to back away, because I was pretty sure I could stand there for an hour just to mess with her. “Good night, Avery.”
Shortcake ducked behind the door like Raphael was about to pee on her head. I chuckled when I heard the lock click in place. I don’t know how long I stood there while Raphael’s little legs flailed, staring at the closed door.
“What are you doing, Cam?”
I turned at the sound of Steph’s voice. She stood in the doorway, head tilted against the frame, smiling and the picture of willingness. Unlike the girl on the other side of the door I stood in front of.
“I don’t know,” I said, heading back to my apartment. I really didn’t have a friggin’ clue.
Three
I’d never been a morning person, but today, I was up at the butt crack of dawn, having only slept a few hours. While Ollie was still passed out on the couch, facedown, one arm flung toward the floor, I boiled four eggs, ate them, and scooped up some cookies for the road.