Page 60 of Love Unscripted
“Did it ever occur to you that he was being cunning and vindictive because you had left his show?” Aaron asked. “The last thing he would want was for you to be confident and happy in your decision.”
“Looking back I see that now. I see that I was foolish and gullible to listen to him. I realized that it was my own pride at play.”
At this point both their elbows were on the table and they were holding hands. Aaron was still softly caressing and Camille wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing. It felt so natural.
“I’m really glad you came to your senses. For your information, Esther is not muted. No one who has seen the screening thinks that. My father told me that he thinks you are perfect for Esther. Even when you were being a little rebel he defended you, suggested that I should give you a little more creative control.”
She gasped, “You never told me this.”
“Well, I didn’t agree with him about giving you any control. But I’ve now come to see it his way. So I guess I’ll have to eat a little humble pie.”
She threw back her head and laughed. At that moment the waiter showed up with their dessert and coffee.
They released hands and Camille watched Aaron as he took a bite of his dessert. “How’s your blueberry pie?” she asked after a sip of coffee.
“A lot better than that humble pie.”
She laughed.
He smiled. “Can I tempt you to have a bite.”
She smiled. “It’s not good to tempt people.”
He chuckled and continued eating as she watched him in admiration. He was such a thrilling man. So handsome and yet so down to earth and playful as well as honorable. He was unlike any man she had ever known.
Her father was playful too, but also deceitful. Simon had been sharp, charming but manipulative and cunning beneath it all
Aaron was... different. And that difference made him dangerous.
She knew that she was in serious danger of falling for him but she almost didn’t care anymore.
Her gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, to his wedding ring.
No. Sheshouldcare.
For all his warmth, for all the ease between them, Aaron didn’t seem ready to move on. Not really. Not in the way that mattered.
And she wasn’t the kind of woman who chased a man.
But she also wasn’t sure she had the patience to sit quietly and wait for one to decide, in his own time, that he was ready.
The thought pressed on her, slow and heavy, until it settled into something like weariness.
She didn’t seem to have much luck when it came to love.
First, she had fallen for a man who was married to a woman he claimed not to love—but was not prepared to leave.
And now—
Now she was falling for a man whose wife was gone… and who still, somehow, refused to let her go.
She continued to sip her coffee in silence, only responded to Aaron in one word sentences or sounds like ‘hmm.’ Soon he was at the last few bites of his pie and she signaled for the waiter and asked him to bring them the check.
Aaron glanced at her and then his watch. “Wow. Is it that late already? Where does the time go?”
She gave him a half smile.
He finished up his pie and then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Will I see you at church tomorrow?” he asked.
