CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Cameron was gone.

I took a sip of coffee that Darby had prepared. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as it washed through me, sending the rest of the sleep away. The twins were yet to wake up, so I still had time to complete some chores. I glanced at Darby, who was perched on the couch.

“Say what you want to say, Darby. You’ve been sneaking glances at me; surely you are not thinking me attractive, are you?”

Darby snickered. She straightened her long legs out before her and placed the cup she had been holding on the table.

“And you have been smiling like a high school teen. Plus, you've been glowing these days, and I know it’s not just the Cameron effect. Tell me what’s going on, girl.”

I raised a brow. “The Cameron effect?”

“C’mon,” she laughed. She stood from where she sat on the couch and took the seat across from me. “You know what I mean.” She winked.

“Ewww. Darby! You’re gross.” I laughed. “I’m just happy everything is working out well.” I said, and I could not help the f