I step away from the sink reluctantly. I open the bathroom door, leaving the confines of my safe space, and lock eyes with…Cameron.
He pushes off the wall like he was waiting for me.
“Savannah Virginia. Fancy meeting you here.”
His mouth tilts upward in that way I love. Cam always looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and I enjoy his light-hearted nature.
“Hi.” I stand before him stiffly. “Um, what are you doing here?”
“Right here?” He points to the spot against the wall where he just was. “Waiting to say hi to my favorite person on the Cannons.”
My face goes so hot I feel feverish. “Oh.” I drag one of my feet, covered in my favorite black ballet flats, on the floor, tracing the swirly pattern on the carpet with my toe. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“We’re way off in a dark corner.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Did you enjoy the shots? I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
I widen my eyes. “Yousent us the drinks? Celie kept insisting it was a hot stranger trying to hit on me.”
His expression changes from its usual friendliness to something darker, almost like he’s upset. “Sorry to disappoint you. It was just me.”
I start giggling in relief. “No, you don’t understand. This doesn’t disappoint me; I’m so happy it was you and not some creeper.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Some creeper?”
“That’s what hot strangers are,” I explain. “You think I want some random horny guy scoping me out and sending me stuff? I’ve been freaking out for the past hour.”
His beautiful dark eyes soften. “Shit. I didn’t mean to alarm you. I just wanted to say hi. And this dinner has me pretty busy, so I couldn’t come over and chat like I wanted to.”
“Oh.” I fling my hand into the air in an attempt to look casual, but I do it too aggressively, and I accidentally slap Cam in the chin. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m okay, Savannah.”
He grins and touches his chin, which just draws my attention even more to one of my favorite parts of him—his sexy facial hair. I reach out again and gently run my hand along his jawline, lingering on the spot where I accidentally hit him.
Cam inhales sharply, his eyes flicking to mine and his voice going completely gravelly when he says roughly, “That feels nice.”
I retreat so fast my back slams into the wall behind me.
“Hey.” Cam reaches out his hand. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Okay.”
“How about we drive to Milwaukee instead of fly?”
I stare at him. “I don’t know if Coach Craig will like that.”
“Of course he will.” Cam winks at me. “It’s cheaper. And we’ll get there by the same time.” He pauses. “Close enough, at least. Our flights are scheduled for mid-afternoon, so we can leave in the morning instead.”
“What if it snows?”
“No snow for the next few days. I checked the weather an hour ago. You know Minnesota—that can always change, but we’ll go with it, right? My truck’s got all-wheel drive.”
I’m about to say no automatically, but then I remember Celie’s teasing.
And then and there, I make the decision to break every single one of my rules.
“Okay,” I say, my heart pounding as I say the word. “Let’s do it.”
I’ll have time in the truck to get to know Cam better, and that’s something I can’t pass up. An airplane ride is a lot quicker and a lot more public. Just Cam and me in a truck alone for five hours? That’s something worth bending a rule for.
