Sunday
Cameron picked up a couple of wraps from the gourmet sandwich shop in town, picking the most unusual sounding option on the menu for Rhett, as the prissy arsehole would never be content with a steak and salad wrap like Cameron bought for himself.
“What’s in that again?” He asked.
“It’s a kale salad with raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, almonds, pepitas, sunflower seeds, and grape tomatoes served with grilled chicken, in a beetroot wrap,” the girl replied with a hint of attitude.
Cameron gave her the side eye. He knew her face. “We f****d once, didn’t we?” He said, and she flushed, shoving the cardboard boxes across to him. He grinned. “Yeah, I remember. Valerie, wasn’t it?”
“You’re an arse,” she muttered under her breath.
“Something wrong?” The shop owner, Ben Hammond, cau
