Gold (All that Glitters #2)(85)

Her professor left them with a mound of homework to do at the end of class. But she couldn’t think about that right now because she had to leave to go sign the closing papers.

She stuffed her work back in her bag and was on her way out when Cam caught up with her.

“Hey, I know you’re busy with cheer or whatever after school, but what about this weekend?”

She stopped in her tracks. “It’s the first home game.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, clearly disappointed. “Never mind then.”

Is he asking me out? “Wait,” she said before he could walk away. “That’s just Saturday though.”

His smile widened at her words. “Yeah? Good. You’re always super busy. I thought I’d never get a free moment with you outside of class.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly agreed to that moment yet,” she teased.

Cam laughed. “That’s true. Do you want to go out with me Friday?”

“I’ll see if I’m free,” she joked. She pulled out her phone and pretended to scroll through her calendar.

“Now, I’ll never get on the schedule.”

She playfully bumped his arm. “I’m just kidding. I’m free. What do you have in mind?”

“Dinner and a movie?”

This wasn’t a normal thing for her. She didn’t do these typical dates, but there was a first time for everything. This was what she wanted anyway—a fresh start with someone interested in her for her.

“That sounds great.”

She left campus with a feeling of accomplishment. Here was a totally normal college guy asking her out. She could do this without all the extra baggage from her past.

Signing was as easy as they’d explained it would be. She had to sign and initial about a million pieces of paper and hand over her house to total strangers, but by the end, it was a done deal. No going back now.

A check was issued directly to her, and the sum made her head spin. Hugh had paid a small fortune for the place. Not that he had cared at the time. Money didn’t matter to him. That she had come to figure out the hard way.

She didn’t have much time before she needed to be back on campus, but she had to take care of this. She drove out to the WC Resort. The receptionist called for the hotel director when Bryna explained that she had something for Mr. Westercamp.

The hotel director was short and impeccably dressed. “How may I help you?” she asked.

Bryna held the envelope out to the woman. “This is for Mr. Westercamp. It’s secure and he’s expecting it, but it cannot be mailed. I trust that you will deliver it to him.”

The woman warily eyed her. “You’re Miss Turner, right?”

Bryna stilled. “Yes?”

“I thought so.” She took the envelope from Bryna. “I can’t assure that he will open it, but I will deliver it.”

“Thank you.” She turned to leave. That was all she had come for.

She didn’t need a guarantee that he would open it, but she didn’t want the house on her conscience anymore. Hugh should have his…investment back.

Bryna hurried out of the hotel, not liking the weight of it around her. She carried a lot of guilt for what had happened between them, and she didn’t need the reminder.

She got in her car and drove to the sports complex for practice. She arrived only minutes before she was supposed to be there. She rushed into her uniform and threw her hair up into a messy ponytail.

Stacia appeared at her side as they walked out of the locker room. “Where have you been?”

“I had to take care of some business with the house.”

“Is it gone?”

Bryna nodded stoically.

Stacia touched her arm. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“I know. But I’m still sorry.”

Bryna sent her a half smile. “Thanks.”

“Also…Eric stopped me earlier.”

Bryna slowed her pace. She still hadn’t told the girls what had happened between her and Eric. She didn’t know what they would think, and she kind of wanted to keep that moment to herself. “What did he want?”

“He said he needed to talk to you.”

“I can’t,” she said automatically.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Stacia asked.

“No,” Bryna said honestly. “But I have a date on Friday with a guy in my film class.”

Stacia wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Oh God, an artsy guy? Please don’t tell me that you are turning into one of those! I can only handle Trihn like this.”

“He’s not an artsy guy,” Bryna said defensively. “I’m a film major. Would you call me artsy?”

“No. Fashionable.”

“Exactly. He’s cute and nice, and he wants to take me to a movie. It’s different, and it sounds easy. I need some of that in my life right now. Not Eric Wilkins.”

“Okay. I guess that’s good then. But what do I tell Eric if he asks me about you? I can’t lie to him, Bri!” She actually looked conflicted about the whole thing.

“Don’t lie. Tell him just what I told you.”

Because maybe if he heard that she was dating…he would stop pursuing her. That was what she wanted after all…