“Thanks,” she whispered, wondering how the hell this was going to work when every single offer he made to help her felt like charity and a blow to her pride. She needed to loosen up a bit.
They ended the call soon afterward, and after a quick shower, she slipped into a pair of fuzzy pajamas and sent a text message to Cal, asking where he was. It was nearly midnight when he responded.
Out with Carl. Be home soon.
Camile stared at the screen and wondered who the hell Carl was. Last time she checked, he was dating some guy named Bryan.
She went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of cocoa, trying not to see the dishes piled in the sink. Christian’s cold marble-and-chrome masterpiece of an apartment wouldn’t remain pristine for long. She wasn’t the neatest of roommates, and she hoped for
