Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 548

Aaron was quick on the uptake. He immediately slipped his arm around Sarah Brown and said, “Yeah, Ms. Davis, you still need to get upstairs. I’ll help Ms. Brown from here.”

Camila Davis didn’t protest. She knew all too well that a drunk person weighed twice as much as usual, and there was no way she’d be able to haul Sarah up the stairs on her own tonight.

So, she gratefully handed Sarah over to Aaron and said, “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Aaron just grinned. “No problem at all.”

He was a big guy, plenty strong, and he practically floated Sarah Brown down the hallway. Sarah, for her part, was so far gone she didn’t put up a fight, just let herself be half-carried along.

Seeing this, Camila finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned back to Dennis Williams and said, a little awkwardly, “Well, I guess I’ll head up, then. Goodnight, Mr. Williams.”

Dennis’ eyes lingered on her, deep and unreadable. “Actually, before you go—there’s one more thing.”

She blinked, puzzled. “What is it?”

He looked serious. “Stop calling me Mr. Williams. Use my first name. That whole formal thing—you know, it’s way too stiff. I don’t like it.”

Camila’s mind went completely blank, replaying what he’d just said on a loop.

Too stiff? What was he getting at?

Was he saying... he wanted them to be closer?

She wasn’t sure, and she definitely didn’t have the nerve to ask.

All the way back upstairs, Dennis’ words echoed in her head. But her thoughts kept getting stuck, like there was a jam in her brain. Maybe she was just too chicken to come right out and ask what he meant.

Later that night, Sarah Brown passed out cold the second she hit the bed—thanks to the whiskey and tequila shots. Camila, though, was left wide awake, tossing and turning, replaying every word Dennis had said.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart fluttered like a wild thing, churning up feelings she was trying so hard to tamp down.

She’d promised herself she’d keep her distance, shut down all those impossible daydreams.

But how long had she managed that? Not long enough, apparently—because Dennis Williams could shake her calm with just a few words.

Camila had no idea when she finally drifted off. The next morning, she woke up late, groggy and disoriented. By the time she stumbled out of her room, little Lillian was already at school—Susan had dropped her off.

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