“Yeah?”
“I got a…”
The doorbell rings, and I whip around and head over to the door.
When I open it, Cam’s smiling at me, and I forget what I was saying to Celie.
His gaze zeroes in on me. The keys in his hand slip, and he has to grab them out of the air so they don’t fall down the steps. I smile and tell Celie I have to go.
Cam’s mouth lifts at the corners as we halt on the top step, me with my coat still in my arms. “I like your hair.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
He reaches out and touches my hair lightly. “You look great.”
“So are you in?” Celie says loudly through the phone.
I start. “Um…” I have no idea what she just asked me.
“Vannah! Are you in?” Celie says.
I can’t do two things at once. And I can talk to Celie anytime, but this may be my only opportunity to connect with Cam before we’re at the fundraiser surrounded by strangers.
Flustered, I say to Celie, “Yes, I’m in. Good-bye.”
I pull the door closed and turn quickly, smacking right into Cam’s solid chest.
“Hey. You okay?” He reaches out and wraps an arm around me before I can skid right off the front step.
“Shit.” I burst into a nervous giggle. “I nearly toppled us both down the stairs. Sorry about that.”
He’s wearing a long overcoat I’ve never seen before, and I’m sure whatever’s underneath will look just as masculine and sexy as always.
Cam takes my hand and tucks it inside his arm as we walk toward his truck. “It’s slippery tonight, huh?”
“Ice in Minnesota,” I say. “You’d think we’d be so used to it by now that we’d be able to skate with our shoes on.”
“Ice skates would become extinct,” he says as we head down the walkway and out to his truck.
“That would sure change things.”
“Sure would.” He opens the passenger door for me, and I climb in.
Once he’s settled into the driver’s seat, Cam backs out of the driveway. He glances over at me and says, “We’ve got a few minutes before the fundraiser starts. Do you want to stop somewhere quiet before we head in?”
I nod quickly. “Good idea.”
He heads toward Main Street but stops just short of the banquet hall and pulls off by the town lake.
“I love this lake,” I say as he puts the truck into park.
“Me too.”
Cam keeps the heat running, but he turns off the lights, and we lapse into a comfortable silence. I want to reach over and touch him or lean my head on his shoulder.
“What are you thinking about, Savannah?” Cam turns to me.
I laugh. “Sometimes I wish I were more like Celie. Nobody should dread a party like I do.”
