Chapter 40

PYKE     Instead of getting offended, I find myself smiling while Camila is in a deep frown. “I didn’t steal that. And just so you know, I was not proposing.” I release my arms from her, taking a seat in front of the dinner. Her scowl deepens. “So, all those words you’ve said were not actually true? You don’t mean it?” “What do you think?” I ask, provoking her. She blinks, bites her bottom lip, and looks down at the miniature car in her hand. Shit! She’s...