Page 49 of Hot Commodity (Banks/Kincaid Family 1)

At least this ride had a nice sound system. "Couldn't find anything in red, huh?" Cameron asked, tapping his fingers on his knees to the sound of the thumping rhythm. "Though, granted, it's better than the Saab."

"I liked the Saab's color," Boston muttered.

Cameron snorted. "It was butt ugly brown."

Frown growing, Boston said, "It was called Serengeti Sand."

"More like someone puked-up-a-bunch-of sand," Cameron returned.

Boston glanced over at him with a dry look but didn't respond.

"So, what's all this do?" Cameron asked, learning forward to play with the screen on the dash.

"Don't touch it," Boston snapped.

Cameron rolled his eyes. "Are you sure you're not thirteen years older than me instead of thirteen months? Gah, Bos. Live a little. What's the use of having toys if you're not going to play with them?"

"It's my hands-free Bluetooth phone system," Boston said, scowling when Cameron touched the screen and left a smudged fingerprint. "So, get your grubby paws off. It's voice activated. No touching needed."

"Cool," Cameron said, lighting up at the prospect. "How's it work?"

"Music, alternative," Boston said calmly and the radio changed back to the last channel he had playing."

Cameron laughed in delight. "Awesome."

"Call Cam's cell," Boston said next.

A moment later, ringing came from Cameron pocket. He pulled out his cell to shut it up. "Oh, this is sweet," he announced. "I'm going to have to get me one of these."

Boston rolled his eyes.

"Hey, let me try one," Cameron said, leaning toward the center console screen. Very slowly and enunciating his words precisely, he added, "Call Florist."

When nothing happened, he frowned across the seat.

Boston smiled slightly, "I told it not to listen to you."

"Bag lick," Cameron muttered and slumped back into his seat to stare grumpily out the window.

When Cam was quiet for a full five seconds, Boston finally asked, "Isn't Olivia the name of the woman you married in Vegas?"

Cameron glanced over at Boston and grinned. He'd been waiting for Boston

to bring her up. Actually, he was surprised his good buddy had held out this long. "Liked what you saw, did you?" he taunted. "Yeah, I know how to pick 'em, huh? Even when I'm falling-down drunk and surrounded by gambling."

Boston scowled slightly, "You mean, she is the woman you married in Vegas?"

"Surprise," Cam said cheerfully. "I said I was bringing something home, didn't I? Well, she's it. I got a smokin' hot wife, don't I?"

After working with Cameron for nearly five years, Boston had learned not to be surprised by anything. So Cam didn't expect a big reaction. But his news did makes his cousin's eyebrows lift slightly.

"So, she's lives in California, you meet and marry her in Las Vegas, but you bring her home from Chicago?"

Cameron scrunched up his face thoughtfully before answering, "Yup, that sounds about right."

Boston waited a moment and glanced at Cam, no doubt waiting for more of an explanation. When Cam didn't provide one, Boston let it go. "I thought I was supposed to draft out annulment papers for you once we finished the Shaney deal."

Holding in a sigh, Cam mumbled, "Yeah, the annulment thing's still a go. We've just had a little change of plans until the papers are finalized."

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