Page 80 of Cameron's Contract
“Not sure that’s a good thing.”
“You keep your cool, Cam. That’s why you’re perfect at the helm.”
“Henry, you’re more than capable.”
“Too late now. Your name’s on the office supplies.” He winked at me.
“I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”
“We both know that’s no way to run an empire.”
“Still.”
“Did you get some sleep?”
“Power nap.”
He rolled his eyes. “Which means you can’t keep your hands off each other.”
“She’s captivated me. What can I tell you.”
“Maybe I’ll be calling her sister, soon?”
I beamed at him. “I suppose we should get ready for dinner.”
“Thank you, Cam.”
“What for?”
“Helping Dad see we’re all making the right decision.”
“You were always my hero. You know that, don’t you? Always braver. Faster. Smarter, funnier, and you always got the girls.”
He frowned at me. “That was you, Cam.”
“No, you thrived at boarding school. You won medal after medal.”
“Again, that was you.”
“I didn’t win a thing.”
“Seriously?”
“Nope.”
“The word loser comes to mind.”
I knocked into him.
He turned to face me. “Didn’t you win that chess game against that ass Davis? Wasn’t he a senior? You won in five moves?”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Of course it counts.”
“I suffered the consequences for that one.”
“How do you mean?”
