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“In the future I’d be careful where you park your limited edition, only ten of a kind, Lamborghini, sir.”
“My apologies.”
We stared at each other now, and he cocked an eyebrow. “If you could move it on, sir.”
“Sure. Sorry.” I restarted the engine and smiled my best action hero I’m-a-respectable-citizen smile, then left before things got any worse. Now what?
I’d had my meltdown, was convinced that Cameron was going to accuse me of all kinds of things, and there was only one thing I could do.
Talk to the man himself, but that would have to wait until tomorrow, for our lesson.
If he even turned up to the lesson.
What if he didn’t?
I knew where he was right now—at the place I’d stalked him and where the Storm played, doing something with clearing out lockers and giving interviews. I headed in that direction, straight into midday traffic, and got caught up in the snarl of cars and buses around the arena. I did make it to a security line, but I was twenty cars back and as conspicuous as a parrot in a gaggle of geese. So much for getting to wait anywhere near the Cali Natural Gas Arena. A couple of flashy cars headed in the opposite direction, heading away, and when I saw a familiar matte-blue Mercedes, it hit me that the players were leaving and there was Cameron! All I needed to do was follow him again and hope he didn’t realize it was me and stop his car to ask me to explain what in god’s name I was doing.
Or worse, call the cops from his car, then I’d be in some kind of weird-ass chase that helicopters would hover over, then I’d end up on the news and…
Stop spiraling.
I stayed a couple of cars behind him as we headed up into the hills, a little confused when he added a convoluted left and right and ended up going around the block with no purpose. Still, I had him in my sights, and there was no way he’d see me when I was blocked by general traffic from his view. At last, we were out of the city and onto a quieter road going up past private gates, scrubby land interspersed with lush greenery, and it was unfortunate that the two cars between us, a Prius, and a Porsche, both turned off, which left my startling yellow Lamborghini right behind his Mercedes. Inconspicuous, not.
He slowed at a gate which opened smoothly, then pulled into the drive as I parked my car half a block down from him.
Now what?
I’d shadowed him home, but now I was on the winding street with views of the valley, and he was inside his place with the gates still open. I couldn’t stay here all day. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I thought about what to do next, and then he appeared right there in front of me. His hands on his hips, lips thin, and an eyebrow quirked. A car careened down the hill, a go-kart that looked like something out of a video game with splashy colors of yellow and bright pink, only just missing me and him. The driver yelled a greeting before disappearing around the corner. Cameron gave them the finger as they did, so I’m guessing he knew them. Maybe he should tell them to slow down.
He gestured for me to follow, and then stalked back to the gate and thumbed inside.
I did as I was told, and once he was back in his car, we created a tiny convoy that took us from the gate down a short road to the house at the end.
Nice.
Not a McMansion like mine, but wide and low. Neat, with greenery, and a palm tree, and a brilliant-white front door. I parked behind him, and then settled my breathing, pasted a smile on my face, and then opened my door. This was impetuous, this was idiotic.
I’m so fucking this up.
Atlas will kill me.
Cameron exited his car and came over to me, his arms now crossed over his chest. He’d clearly changed out of his training stuff because he was now in a suit, which had to be hot on a day like today. Also, had they played or something, because his left eye was puffy and there was a cut on the bridge of his nose.
“Are you stalking me, Hollywood?” he asked.
“No!”
“Evidence suggests otherwise.”
“I promise I’m—”
“You followed me from the arena.”
“Wait. You saw me?”
He glanced at my canary-yellow car. “Difficult to miss.”
I grimaced. “Sure, yeah, I’m sorry, but I needed to talk to you.”
