Chapter 113

LIAM

We’ve barely landed before I’m ducking away from the rest at baggage claim. In classic Cam fashion, just as my cab pulls up, he materializes out of thin air with a lopsided grin.

“You’re really just gonna ghost everyone? No ‘see you later,’ no group hug?”

I roll my eyes and slide into the back seat. “Bye, Cam,” I say pointedly, then give the driver the address to Emilia’s bakery.

To my eternal disappointment, the other door opens and Cam climbs in like he owns the damn cab.

I glare. “Can you not?”

“You’re going to see Emilia, right?” he says, far too smug. “Did you even tell her you were coming back today?”

“That’s the point of a surprise,” I deadpan. “I show up, take my girlfriend somewhere nice, and ideally—ideally—you’re nowhere in sight.”

“Nice try. I miss Emilia’s cookies.”

“You’re on a diet.”

“I’m also still technically drunk. Let’s not hold each other to impossible standards.”

I don’t dignify that with a r