Chapter Ten
Cam walkedout to the subway on Monday evening, clutching his phone in his hand. He’d received a terse email from Margaret - who was likely still annoyed Cam had done a complete one-eighty on his plans for St. Brigitte and refused to explain the change - saying he needed to follow up with Cort about his tuxedo. Of all the stupid, domesticated bullshit things to have to textabout.
He pushed his way through the barrier and found an empty spot against the grimy wall on theplatform.
[Cam:]Agent Cortland, my assistant Margaret asked me to inform you that she emailed you a copy of the weekend itinerary earlier today and you didn’t reply. If you’d like her to provide you with a tuxedo, which is required for Saturday night, please reply to her with yoursizes.
There. He praised himself for being businesslike and not allowing the anger and hurt still competing in his brain to spew out onto the screen. Dealing with Cort would be like dealing with a member of the board from now on. Polite andremote.
[Cort:]i got her email told you earlier today i don’t text hate typing from my phone my fingres are toobig
It was not cute. It wasnotcute.
[Cam:]Sounds like a personal problem. Do you need thetux?
[Cort:]yes pls i will send theinfod
[Cam:]Jesus, this is painful. Did you know if you turned your phone to the side, the keyboard islarger?
[Cort:]Oh. This is mucheasier.
[Cam:]Welcome to 2017. It’s almostover.
[Cort:]whatever.
He would not be swayed by the fact text-Cort was every bit as sweet and funny as in-person-Cort, without the same electric intimidation factor he had in reallife.
I hate him, Cam reminded himself firmly.Hate.
The hate carried him home and stayed with him as he forced himself to eat a lackluster dinner. He settled himself on the sofa with a new mystery novel, but couldn’t force himself toconcentrate.
He was hurt, seriously hurt. It was partly wounded pride, but it felt like more. He felt stupid, like the control he thought he’d been giving Cort had never really been his to beginwith.
His phone buzzed from the side-table.
[Cort:]Patriots pre-season is on. Are youwatching?
Cam ignored him. Whatever trick Cort was playing now, he could playalone.
[Cort:]Never have I ever seen a red soxgame
[Cam:]I’m not playing this withyou
[Cort:]Your excitement is palpable. CONTROLYOURSELF.
Cam found himself smiling and forced his lips to frown instead. God, why was he so weak with thisguy?
[Cort:]I’m not much of a baseball fan personally. I used to watch football every week with mybrother.
[Cam:]I think you’ve forgotten how to play thisgame
[Cort:]Nah. If you’re talking to me, I’mwinning.
Cam rolled his eyes.Yeah,right.
[Cam:]Are youdrunk?
[Cort:]No.Why?
