Now things had changed.
And now I was learning that he might be hot, he might be confident, he might move with grace and there might be a multitude of things that were fascinating about him but he also could be an annoying, bossy jerk who told me what to do, didn't listen to me and could hurt Troy's feelings without batting an eye.
On this thought my phone rang and I jumped. It was the house phone which never rang. Everyone called my cell. But I'd turned off my cell so I could get some work done thus Tracy coming by for a surprise visit after she heard about my break-in and she couldn't get hold of me.
Automatically I reached out and took it off its base then wished I didn't as I beeped the button and put it to my ear thinking it was probably a marketer because on the rare occasion my phone rang it was always a marketer.
"Hello?" I asked hesitantly, ready to beep it off the instant I heard a marketer.
I didn't hear a marketer.
"Ohmigod!" Cam shrieked.
I blinked and my chin came off my knee. Camille Antoine was not a girlie shrieker.
"Cam?" I called.
"Ohmigod!"
Oh boy. I knew what this was.
"Cam, the break-in... it's cool, it's -" "You will not believe what happened!"
My back straightened.
Ohmigod! Leo proposed! Tracy, Cam and I had been waiting for-flipping-ever for Leo to propose (Cam obviously more than Trace and I but just barely). None of us could figure out, since they'd known each other for five years and been living together for four, what was taking so long.
Now it had happened.
Yay!
"Oh Cam, I'm so -" I started to gush.
But she cut off my gushing with, "Mitch asked to be taken off the case!"
I blinked again.
Then I asked, "What?"
"The case!" she cried. "The case! It's the kind of case that could make his career. He scores a bust on this we're talking awards, commendations, book deals. And he asked to be taken off the case because of you."
Words were filtering into my brain like "Mitch" and "taken off the case" and "because of you".
So, I repeated, "What?" but I did it in a breathy whisper this time.
"Sam, I don't know what you did but whatever you did, he... is... into you. Everyone is talking about it. I've been waiting all day to get a break so I could call then you weren't picking up your cell so I had to wait to get home to my address book because I didn't remember your stupid home phone number. I cannot believe this.
He is fine. He is fine. And he's nice. And he's fine. Did I say he was fine?"
"Cam -" "I mean, the Captain wouldn't take him off the case but the fact that he asked. Shit, girl. Shit. Shit!" she shrieked.
"Cam -" "I love this. I'm talking to Leo the minute his ass walks through the door. We're setting up a double date."
"Cam!" I shouted.
"What?" she asked.
"I was broken into last night," I told her.
"I know all about that, girl," Cam replied in a "So what?" voice.
"Meredith called me this morning and it's the talk of the Station. I know all about MG too. I know everything."
Shit, would I ever learn? I should never take my friends home because Meredith wriggled her way into their lives being a good, funny, generous person. Then I never could keep anything secret. I learned that early but did I stop my stupid behavior? No! Meredith still talked to my friend Chelsea from junior high. Chelsea lived on the Costa del Sol in Spain with some English gazillionaire and she and Meredith chatted several times a year and I hadn't spoken to her in fifteen of them. We didn't even exchange Christmas cards.
Repeat after me: family here, friends there and never the twain shall meet!