“I told your sister the day we agreed to this crazy plan that she wasn’t my type. Not even a little bit.” It sounded a lot like Cameron choked on a drink of something. “You did not.” “She said it back to me if that makes a difference.” I flipped on my turn signal. “And I think … I think maybe she’s more my type than I thought. But we started this entire thing on the premise of lying to the people we love because it felt justified in our heads.”
