Chapter Fourteen
Cam
“You know we haven’t officially been on a date?” she asked him as he put the truck in park in front of her house.
“You want to go tomorrow?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean like we had to.” She was perfectly happy hanging out, like what they’d been doing. She didn’t need to be wined or dined like other girls might want.
“Why not? What time are you done at the bar tomorrow?”
“I open, so I’ll probably be done around seven.”
He smiled. “Alright, I’ll pick you up at seven.”
He grabbed the door handle, ready to get out, but she grabbed his arm.
“Wait, I’m going to be tired, so can we keep it low-key?”
The thought of sitting in an uncomfortable outfit while they ate dinner in the city didn’t really appeal to her. Especially after getting off work.
“I can do low-key.”
*****
Kit picked her up from the bar at 7 o’clock sharp. She’d been at the bar since 10 a.m., but she snuck away to use the bar bathroom to straighten her hair and apply makeup. She quickly realized she needed to buy new makeup since her eyeshadow was so old it was starting to smell like a crayon.
Kit eyes widened as she got into the pickup truck.
“Hey there,” he said.
She didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped to her low cut top before moving to her tanned thighs. The weather was finally starting to cool down but it was still too hot for pants.
“Hey yourself.”
“You dressed up for someone?” he asked, a playfulness to his tone.
She shrugged. “That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“How well this date goes.”
He smirked before pulling the truck away from the curb. “I have to run by my apartment really fast.”
“The one your sister is staying at?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. I have to pick up a few things for the clubhouse. ”
She sat back in the seat as he drove. The scent of his woodsy cologne relaxed her, and they stayed in comfortable silence until he pulled up to the apartment complex.
“Come on,” he said as he turned off the truck.
She hesitated. “You want me to meet your sister?”
His sister was his only family member besides his dad, who was in prison. What if his sister didn’t like her?
“She’ll be ecstatic to see me with a girl.”
That put her a little bit more at ease. He got out of the truck and she followed behind him up the stairs until they came to a stop at a black apartment door. Kit unlocked the door and walked in first.
“Megan,” he called. She stepped in behind him and closed the door. “She’s probably out. Feel free to look around. I just have to grab a few things.”
He disappeared and she looked around the small, one-bedroom apartment. It was a pretty standard bachelor pad with minimum furniture but a massive TV. The place was clean--probably due to his sister.
“Fuck!” Kit’s voice echoed through the apartment.
Cam ran toward the sound, stopping in her tracks as she saw a dark-haired woman passed out on the bathroom floor. Kit crouched down next to her and shook her.
“Megan!” he yelled before checking her pulse.
Cam grabbed her phone from her back pocket and called 911.
“Nine-one-one. What’s your location?” the operator asked.
She looked over at Kit. “What’s the address?”
“Three forty-one Pick Street,” Kit said.
She repeated the address to the operator.
“What’s your emergency?”
“Um, my friend’s sister passed out and--”
“She overdosed,” Kit interrupted. He stood up and went to the sink and cupped his hands under the water. Once he had enough, he threw it on his sister’s face in an attempt to shock her back awake. When nothing happened, he slammed his fist into the wall.