Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 546

Dennis Williams wasn’t sure how much he’d actually taken in just now.

He doubted Sarah really meant what she said.

Dennis trailed behind the two women, his eyes thoughtful and a bit suspicious.

It was obvious to anyone that Sarah Brown was hammered. She was probably just rambling nonsense.

But he couldn’t just brush it off.

Especially since she’d called him out by name, with that pointed tone, like she really meant it.

And it was about Camila Davis.

It hit a little too close to the questions that had been nagging at him lately.

He wanted to ask Camila about it—about all of it—but with a tipsy Sarah around, he had no choice but to hold back for now.

A few minutes later, Camila helped Sarah into Dennis’s car.

He’d hoped Sarah would finally settle down.

No such luck.

“Camila, I’m so hot in here. Why isn’t the AC on? Is it broken?” Sarah whined as soon as they got in.

Camila soothed her, “It’s not broken, Sarah, just give it a second.”

Aaron, from the front, quickly turned the air down.

But Sarah wasn’t done. “Nope, nope, nope, I’m gonna puke, Camila. My head’s spinning…”

Camila, now desperate, dug through her purse for some hangover tablets and handed Sarah a bottle of water.

After a minute or two, the meds seemed to kick in and Sarah finally quieted down.

Right then, the car pulled up outside their apartment building.

Camila got out, steadying Sarah, and then suddenly remembered Dennis was still there.

She turned back quickly. “Thanks so much for the ride. Sorry for all the trouble tonight. You drove all the way from Cabinda, you must be exhausted. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.”

She slid out of the car, ready to help Sarah from the backseat.

But Dennis got out, too, closing her door with a gentle thud.

Camila froze for a second as she realized he was right there beside her.

She looked up at him—his gaze was dark, intense, almost like he could read her mind.

She snapped out of it and managed, “Is something wrong?”

He locked eyes with her, unblinking. “Then what’s with the fishing thing?”

Camila’s brain short-circuited. She had no idea how to talk her way out of this one.

She defaulted to babbling. “You know how it is, drunk people dream up the weirdest stuff. Maybe she dreamed about you, maybe there was a fishing trip in there somewhere, who knows? Honestly, don’t take it to heart. You can’t believe a word a drunk person says.”

She was desperate to end the conversation. “It’s late. You should get home. I need to get Sarah inside before she passes out in your backseat.”

She reached for the car door, but before she could open it, Dennis caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle.

His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper against her ear. “But I think people usually tell the truth when they’re drunk. Did your friend get the wrong idea about something?”

Camila avoided his eyes, giving a weak laugh. “I have no idea. When she sobers up, I’ll ask her—and give her a piece of my mind for embarrassing me tonight.”

Dennis squinted, not letting go of her hand.

He leaned in closer, his words barely more than a rumble. “Camila, are you avoiding me?”

Camila’s heart skipped. She tensed up, not sure why she was reacting this strongly to him.

All she could think to do was deny it. “No, of course not. Why would I avoid you?”

Dennis cut right to the chase. “Last time you were in Cabinda, you left without saying goodbye. And lately, you’ve barely spoken to me. That’s not my imagination, right? So, what’s going on?”