“But let’s get back to Cammie.” John looked up at the computer screen and his eyes lit up. “Uh-oh, hold on a second. We have a caller from your high school on the line. Hello, Debbie, are you there?”

Crap.

“I’m here,” a girl said with a giggle, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to place the name with a face from my high school years.

“Okay, Debbie, did you go to school with Cammie?”

More giggling. “Uh-huh.”

“All right.” John lifted his eyebrows and mouthed wow at me, but I was too busy freaking out. “So, are you going to the reunion this weekend?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything! I can’t wait!” she practically screamed into the phone.

“Sounds like you’re excited to see a special someone too. But, Debbie, let me ask you this. Who do you think Cammie is dying to see there?”

“I think she’s excited to see David Lampson. I know I am,” she said breathily, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped.

“Ooh, is that him? Are you excited to see David Lampson?” All eyes turned to stare at me.

“No! I mean, no offense, David, if you’re listening, but not really. He wasn’t my type.”

David was definitely all looks and no brains, which had always been a turnoff to me. I liked good-looking guys as much as the next girl, but I needed more than just a pretty face. Call me crazy.

“Any other guesses, Debbie?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I don’t remember Cammie dating anyone, but she did hang out with the baseball team and stuff, so maybe it’s one of them?”

“Thanks for the call, Debbie.” John pressed a button, disconnecting her. “Have fun tomorrow,” he continued, speaking as if she were still on the line. “So, Cammie. The baseball team?”

“I hung out with the guys on the team because I played softball. All the girls did. It was like a sports bonding thing.”

“Oh, I bet you bonded, all right,” Tom added.

“Seriously?” I shot back, feeling ridiculous.

“Just tell us who it is,” he insisted, and I knew they weren’t going to give up anytime soon. “Or at least admit that there’s someone you want to see.”

I glared across the desk at them. “Fine.”

“I knew it! There is someone you can’t wait to see!” Tom shouted, his hands waving in the air.

I shrugged and said noncommittally, “There might be someone.”

“Does he know?” John asked.

“Does he know what?” I smirked, wanting to make the guys work for any information I would be forced to reveal.

John gave me a frustrated glare, urging me to play along. “Does he know that you can’t wait to see him. And that you love him?”