“Not that way.”

I stopped and turned around. He pointed at a dusty company truck parked at the other end of the building.

I bit my tongue and headed to the truck. He opened the door for me, waiting for me to get in before he closed it.

Why couldn’t he be a jerk and stop being a gentleman now? For once, why couldn’t he give me what I wanted and leave me alone?

Before he could slide inside the truck, someone called out his name. An older man slapped his back in that man-to-man greeting. I couldn’t hear their conversation clearly because the windows were up.

His phone in the cup holder lit up and I saw his text.

Dad: Your mother has gone back to Toronto. I took care of it.

I’d seen his phone before, and it wasn’t this. This phone looked new and was a different model. Maybe it wasn’t his.

I jerked my head away, looking outside the window when he opened the driver’s side door.

He got in silently, the roominess of the truck accommodating his size. His long legs looked comfortable as he started the vehicle, as he stepped on the gas.

I wondered if he remembered the times we were in my car, just like I was remembering them now.

If they even meant anything to him.

Stop this! Don’t make any more assumptions about you and him. You know where that led.

I didn’t trust myself around him. I wanted to hurl accusations at him, questions that I desperately wanted answers to. But I didn’t.

That’s a first.

He threw me a glance, but I turned and faced the window instead. He stopped the truck.

“Give me a few minutes. The guys have been waiting for me to get back,” he said and got out of the vehicle.

Three men wearing hard hats approached him. This time, I lowered the window so I could hear their conversation.

I saw how they respected him, how they went to him for reassurance, to ask what they needed to do about this problem or that. It seemed like he had answers for most of their questions. And when he didn’t, he promised them he’d find out. He’d pulled out a small notepad from his back pocket, a pen from his front pocket, and jotted it all down.

I didn’t like finding out how competent he was. How responsible. At least in his work ethic.

Apparently, it didn’t apply to other parts of his life.

“How was that project out of town you’ve been working on? Rick said that was supposed to take only a couple days,” one of the men said. He had a dirty gimme cap on, rather than a hard hat.

“We ran into some complications,” Cameron said. “The plumbing, the electrical. Some materials were missing.”

“Someone was stealing?”

Cameron shrugged. “It’s all taken care of now.”

The man stroked his beard. “Took a while, I was told.”

Cameron nodded. “A few days.”

“You finished it though. Good job, boss.” He slapped Cameron on the back. “You going to have a beer with us this time?”

Cameron shook his head but smiled at him. “I’m going to have to pass, Mack.”

“You always do. Got a girl you gonna go home to, eh?”

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