All I can do is nod. I bite my lip and stare at him.
He shifts closer, his eyes darkening. “Did you want something, sweetheart?”
Before I can answer, my phone rings loudly between us.
My gaze flicks to the screen.
“It’s Craig,” I say.
Cam lets out a deep breath and edges back from me as I answer the call.
“The meeting is postponed,” Craig barks into the phone. “The organizer has a personal emergency. You guys already checked in?”
“Um, yeah.” I mouth “cancelled” at Cam and he rolls his eyes.
“Get your butts back here,” Craig demands. “Good thing you decided to drive instead of fly. We won’t have to fight the airlines for a refund. So I’ll see you both at practice tomorrow. I need you there, too, Savannah.”
Of course he does. “Is the conference…going to be rescheduled?” I ask him.
“Supposedly,” Craig says. “We’ll see—these people are so disorganized. Remember, butts back here now. No hanging out at that hotel, do you hear? And get a refund.”
I scrunch up my eyebrows and groan.
“That’s a great face,” Cam says. “Pretty much sums up how I feel every time I talk to that guy. What’d he say?”
I repeat the conversation. “So we drove all this way for nothing.”
“I wouldn’t say that. We got a little trip out of it, right?”
I nod as the silly thought passes through my mind that I won’t be able to wear my new top for Cam.
“Well,” I say. “I guess we should check out, grab some fast food, and then start driving.”
Cam’s flipping through his phone. “It says snow is expected tonight. A change in the weather patterns.” He turns on the truck. “We’ll grab some food and then try to beat the storm.”
Chapter Eleven
We don’t beat the storm.
In fact, we get caught right in the middle of it.
Snow is swirling everywhere. In near white-out conditions, Cam and I do what we’re supposed to do—we stop for the night.
“Look where we are.” He points at the exit sign, but the snow obscures the letters.
“Love?” I say as I try to read it.
“Lake,” he says. “Lovelake. The town I’ve been bugging you about. That’s kind of weird, right? I think we should stay here tonight, and once the storm’s over, we’ll go into town tomorrow and look around.”
I whip my head over to face him, but he’s concentrating on driving through this crazy storm, and he can’t meet my gaze.
“Why would we stick around here tomorrow?”
“Why not?” He’s already putting on his signal and pulling off the exit.
Why not?“Because it’s a business trip.”
“So? Business mixed with pleasure never hurt anybody.”
