Dani chuckled. “Nolan can move in right after Mike moves out.”
“I’ll let him know.”
Dani tipped her head and stared at Cam. “Will you?”
“Of course.”
“Then, I’ll tell Dylan that Nolan will take it when I see him later.”
What? “No! Don’t tell him yet. Let me talk to Nolan first.”
Dani pressed her lips together and the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Okay.” She tapped the door frame. “I’m out of here. I have a week’s worth of menus to plan.”
As she turned to leave, Cam called out, “Hey, are you catering the wedding?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Commitment ceremony. And yes.”
“Good. Nobody could do a better job than you.”
Dani snorted. “Well, aren’t you sweet, Handsome?”
She disappeared.
He should really tell her to stop calling him that. While she meant it as a compliment, it was creeping him out. “Hey, Dani?”
A few seconds later, her head popped around the door again. “Yeah?”
Knowing Dani, she was going to want to know the reason for his request, and he really didn’t feel like explaining the dynamics of his relationship with Hope. Or Nolan. “Never mind.”
He would just have to grin and bear that nickname for now. At least until he could figure out a way to bring it up to her without her peppering him with a thousand questions.
Because that woman was a pro at getting the information she wanted, and was slick about it, too.
A tapon his partially closed door had Cam calling out, “Come in!”
Nolan pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped over the threshold.
“Close the door behind you.”
Nolan’s eyebrows rose in question, but he secured the door then dropped at an angle into one of the two chairs facing Cam’s desk. He hooked one knee over the armrest and shot Cam a hell of a sexy smile that made his heart skip a beat.
He couldn’t believe how far they’d come in only a matter of months. He’d always loved Nolan as a friend—as well as lusted after him for years—but the feeling that had since taken root deep inside him was more than friendship or lust.
It was solid.
It was real love. He not only loved Nolan, but Cam wasinlove with him.
He suspected Nolan felt the same way, but so far, they’d managed to avoid that particular discussion.
That needed to change. A fishing expedition might be in order.
“Are you busy?” Nolan asked him.
“Just finished up the weekly report.” They switched over to weekly reports because, while the resort had plenty of activity throughout the week, none of it was of the criminal variety, making a daily report a waste of time.
Of course, even the weekly had only minor incidents listed. Like a guest imbibing too much and having to be escorted back to their room. Or a slip and fall accident.
“I just got done with rounds.”
