She'd known she'd screwed up with Cam the second she'd seen his face in bed yesterday morning. That stupid, foolish moment when she'd pretty much told him that it would be over by Christmas.
All she'd wanted was to be clear. She liked him--and God knew she'd liked sleeping with him--but she wasn't ready to get serious. Not with him. Not with anyone.
But that didn't mean they couldn't have fun.
Except apparently it did, because it hadn't taken him any time at all to switch his attention away from her and over to Tiffany.
And to think she actually liked Tiffany.
Or she had once upon a time. Now she was thinking that Tiff fell into the category of raging bitch.
Which wasn't fair, she knew, but at the moment Mina didn't care.
But, honestly, he couldn't wait a few days to date someone else? Especially when he'd offered to help her babysit, and now not only was he blowing her off, but he was probably
off blowing another woman?
Her chest tightened with the thought, and she grabbed her phone, then started to pull up his contact information, because right then the only thing she really wanted to do was give him a piece of her mind.
She hit the button, the call connected, rang once, and then her sanity returned. What the hell was she doing?
She scrambled to end the call, but before she could manage, she heard his voice.
"Mina?"
"You're a jerk."
"Nah, I'm a great guy. Everybody says so."
"I don't. You're supposed to be helping me babysit. You went on and on about how I didn't know what I was doing, and you have tons of experience, and I'd be an idiot to try to watch over Faith without you around."
There was a beat, and then he said, "Well, that's pretty much how I remember our conversation."
"You stood me up," she said. "And you brought Tiffany to Darryl's party." Damn. That just slipped out.
"I did. But you invited her."
"Obviously poor judgment on my part."
"Why? I thought you guys were friends."
"Friends don't swoop in on guys that their friends are sleeping with." She said the last in a whisper as she walked down the hall to check on Faith, who was sitting on her bed playing with her stuffed animals.
"You mean me?" he asked as Mina backed out, not wanting to disturb the little girl.
"No, I mean Santa Claus. Of course I mean you."
"And, ah, how was Tiffany supposed to know that we'd slept together? I thought it was a secret. When you said we couldn't tell Darryl, that pretty much meant we couldn't tell anyone, right? Certainly not someone like Tiffany who's his friend."
She returned to the living room, then paced from the front door to the kitchen. "You know what, you're right. Tiffany's fine. She's a goddess. A model of purity and sweetness. She's practically Emily Post. You're the asshole."
"I'm pretty sure that's where we started this conversation. Only then I was a jerk. What have I done in the last two minutes to make my stature drop to asshole?"
"You know what--forget it. I can handle a five-year-old. And as for you and Tiffany, you just have a grand old time, okay?"
"Mina."
"I'll see you at The Fix, I'm sure."