I shrug. “I don’t honestly know what the truth is anymore, Cam. I actually felt pity for her.”
He frowns. “Pity, what do you mean?”
I shrug and frown. “Cam, I know it’s stupid but I’ve been thinking about it and I believe her. I still believe the story that she told me and I think that perhaps your father has the odd blood.”
He frowns as he thinks.
“But that would mean…?” He frowns again.
I nod as my eyes tear up. “Yes, I know what that means and I doubt it, but it is possible,” I whisper.
Cameron bites his lip as he thinks. “Gran would have never done that.”
I shrug. “I don’t know, Cam, but we have to support each other with this. We can’t turn on each other.” I shake my head as I imagine the shit fight that is going to go down with Margaret.
“Joshua said he is done with her,” Cameron replies.
I frown. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“He said he will never forgive her for putting you in that position.”
“I’m not letting him use me as an excuse to not get along with his mother,” I splutter.
Then I shake my head and stand. “What a nightmare. Come on. Let’s go and find the girls.” He stands slowly. “Sorry I’ve been an ass.”
I smile broadly and punch him playfully in the stomach. “Sorry I have been a drama-queen bitch.”
He smiles broadly. “You have, but I’m kind of getting used to it by now.” He nods as he grabs my arm and twists it behind my back and I laugh loudly.
I escape and walk towards the door and my eyes flick to the large navy-blue velvet quilt and the red tasselled ties. Mm Cameron Stanton, I’m thinking you are a naughty boy like your brother.
We find the girls sitting on the lounge near the kitchen downstairs, drinking coffee.
“Hey.” Cameron smiles as he walks in and flops into a lying position on the lounge between them. Then he attempts to puts his feet onto Bridget’s lap.
She holds her hands up without thinking to let him put his feet on her and I smile. “Who do you think stole the cars?” Abbie asks Cameron.
Cameron shrugs. “I don’t know. Most probably the security cameras were disabled two weeks ago.”
“At least they didn’t get my Lamborghini,” I comment.
“Oh fuck off,” Abbie snaps as she rolls her eyes. “You sound like fucking Kim Kardashian.”
We all laugh. “Yeah, at least they didn’t get my Lamborghini.” Bridget copies me in a fake Kim accent.
Cameron’s phone rings and he looks at the screen and smiles broadly. “Hello,” he says sexily into the phone.
The girls and I exchange looks. He’s talking to a girl.
“I got back today,” he coos. His voice is different… soft and cajoling. He listens for a moment.
“What have you been up to?” he asks.
He listens and then smiles sexily. “Really?” he replies as he raises his eyebrows.
The girls and I exchange looks again.
He sits up slowly and bites his thumbnail as he listens, then smiles, stands and walks into the kitchen to escape our ears.