faces no longer surrounded her. And, at the moment, she really didn’t care.
The moment was shattered, however, when an older couple approached them.
“Drew,” the man said, putting out a hand.
Drew turned towards them in greeting. The woman, dressed impeccably in a tailored Chanel pantsuit, matching pearls included, looked judgmentally upon Cami.
“I’m gonna go refresh my drink,” Cami told Drew. “Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Drew replied, offering her a warm smile before she turned to go.
Cami made her way through the crowd towards the bar, where she ordered another glass of champagne. She took a few sips before heading back in Drew’s direction, wanting to give him a moment to ditch the snotty older couple. She could feel a burst of excitement wash through her as she watched the gorgeous man. She hadn’t met anyone this promising since her divorce. Drew was excruciatingly hot, but also sweet and attentive. Cami could barely believe her luck as she reclaimed her spot by his side.
“Now all we need to do is deal with the tax problem,” the older man was saying to Drew.
“I’m just so sick of the poor always trying to make a claim on our hard-earned money,” his wife complained.
Cami felt a surge of anger at the woman’s statement. She just wanted him to tell these people off so that Drew and her could get back to their conversation. She looked at him imploringly, but he was just smiling sweetly at the horrible couple, seemingly agreeing with them.
“If they want more money, they just need to get out there and earn it,” the older man said. “Just like you did, right, son?”
“Yep,” Drew said, nodding his head in agreement.
Cami couldn’t believe it. The excitement she’d been feeling only minutes before was suddenly turning to nausea. How had she thought this guy was anything special? He was just another wealthy, entitled ass.
Turning away from Drew without another glance, she scanned the room, looking around for her friends. She saw Maggie’s bright purple dress across the deck, still standing with her brother and his friends. Cami quickly made her way over to them.
“There you are,” Maggie said as she approached. She then looked over Cami’s shoulder. “Where’s Drew?”
“I have no idea,” Cami lied.
Something in her voice must have betrayed her frustration, because Maggie raised her eyebrow questioningly. Thankfully, before she could interrogate Cami on the subject, Grant’s friend Declan stepped right up beside her and Maggie.
He slipped a hand around Maggie’s waist and smiled at her wickedly. Cami knew that her friend had always found Declan attractive, in a roguish sort of way. His sandy blond hair was perpetually in disarray, and his blue eyes were teasing and warm.
“So, ladies,” he began, “how are things at the hospital?”
“Things at the hospital are good,” Cami replied, seeing that her friend was getting just a little too intoxicated to answer the question. Maggie was grinning wide into Declan’s eyes.
“That’s good,” Declan responded, still smiling seductively at Maggie.
Cami couldn’t remember why Maggie had never developed a serious crush on the guy. He was warm and fun and very attractive. “How are things with…umm…what do you do again?” She was embarrassed she couldn’t recall what Declan did for living.
“Most of the time, he lives off his trust fund,” Preston offered with a smirk.
“That’s not true,” Declan responded. “I’m also an attorney at Creighton and Callahan. Perhaps you’ve heard of the firm? We represent Sacred Heart Hospital.”
“Yeah, I think I have,” Cami replied. She noticed that Maggie was eyeing Declan up and down, probably imagining him shirtless, given that the guys pecs were straining against his thin summer shirt.
Really, she thought, why hasn’t Maggie ever thought of Declan in any serious way?
Before she could think too much about it, however, a waitress came