Page 69 of Flirt
Cameron: It’s only been twenty minutes.
Asher: These people are crazy. They asked me to do a book signing next month at the library.
Cameron chuckled, ignoring the curious looks Nico shot his way.
Cameron: That’s great. What’s the problem?
Asher: You’re not here.
The man fought dirty, but with his heart about to leap out of his chest, Cameron really couldn’t care.
Cameron: Be there in ten minutes.
He started to reach for his keys, but the next text came almost immediately.
Asher: No
Asher: It’s okay. I just miss you.
God, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. Cameron had the insane urge to hug his phone to his chest, and had there not been a witness, he just might have done it.
Cameron: I miss you, too.
Asher: They want me to help set up at the school. What time will you be there?
Cameron checked the clock in the top corner of his screen, surprised to find he and Nico only had an hour and half to come up with a winning idea.
Cameron: 11:30ish
Asher: I’ll meet you there. Do you know what you’re going to do yet?
Cameron: Not yet, but we’re working on it.
Asher: Okay, gotta go. See you soon.
Grinning, Cameron set his phone down on the kitchen counter and wandered back over to the breakfast nook.
“Everything okay?” Nico asked, and for once, he sounded sincere.
“Yeah, everything is fine. They want Asher to help set up in the school gym, so he’s going to meet us there.” He rubbed his fingertips across his brow, then carded his fingers through his hair. “Where were we?”
“Scary shit,” Nico prompted.
“Right.” Linking his hands together behind his back, he began to pace. Pacing always helped him think.
The haunted house had been frightening, but nothing stood out that would work on a pumpkin. He didn’t watch much television, and the only movies he’d seen in weeks, he’d watched with Asher. Most had been comedies, though he had snuck a romance in there. After that first time, he refused to let Asher choose what they watched.
Cameron paused, the proverbial light bulb going off in his head.
Dropping into the chair beside Nico, he shoved the stack of blank paper on the table toward him. “I have an idea. You’re going to love it.”
~
Knowing Linda Picklesimer forapproximately two hours made Asher absolutely sure of three things. She was beautiful, assertive, and she really wanted to get into his pants.
By the time he’d texted Cameron, she’d already asked him out for coffee twice and dinner once. Asher haddeclined as politely as possible, but she hadn’t let a little thing like lack of returned interest deter her.
On some level, he felt sorry for her. Her husband had passed away the previous year after nineteen years of marriage, and she’d been alone ever since. Not that she didn’t have prospects in town, but she’d known those men her entire life, and each one of her would-be suitors came with more baggage than an airport.
