Cam: I miss you too. Five days will go fast
Jari: Yeah
Cam: Then you could move into the pool house. No pressure, but I ordered a new bed for out there just in case.
Jari: I can pay for it
Cam: Sure, we'll see.
The door burst open, and Noah nearly stumbled inside, Trick’s hand at his back and Mules and Becks laughing.
Jari: Have to go, Noah's here.
Cam: Good luck tomorrow. Bye x
I lay back on the bed, staring at the idiots demanding we play poker at the small table, phone warm in my hand. For a moment, with kindness from Noah and the start of a friendship with Trick, Mules, and Becks, I had the promise that someone, somewhere, wanted me.
It was a nice feeling.
Weird, but nice.
TWELVE
Cam
With a grunt,I placed the last box of what probably held a rhinoceros in it, given how heavy it was, onto the kitchen counter of the pool house. I turned to find Jari removing the new glasses he had bought for his new digs and putting them into the dishwasher. All perfectly lined up, no deviation, all tidy little soldiers. Which told me a lot about him. Either that, or I was a slob when I loaded mine.
“I think that’s everything,” I announced and got a quick peek at the water glass placement. A timid smile pulled at those kissable lips, and I had to pinch my thigh through my jeans to cool my jets. Those shy looks always undid me. “Why don’t we head over to the main house?—”
“Wayne Manor?” he asked.
“If only I had fireman poles that led to a secret superhero lair in the basement,” I sighed dreamily. He laughed. “I have some food warming in the oven. Nothing homemade. Well, not homemade by me. I bought a lasagna dish from Mama Rosie’s for moving day. It’s this adorable little place over on State Street. Kirby found it by accident one day when he was cruising the city looking for ceviche for Joy when she was pregnant.”
“Kirby, your cousin?”
I nodded as we made our way outdoors, the cold slapping me in the face. I rushed around the pool, now empty and covered for the winter, and darted into the back door, aka the servants' entrance, but I rarely, if ever, called it that.
“He is. We grew up together. My father’s brother took me in when my parents died.” We took a moment to stamp the light snow from our shoes before entering the kitchen. “He’s always been my other half. He used to catch for me when we played ball. My uncle saw right off that I had an arm, so he pushed us both hard into baseball. I loved it, Kirby didn’t. Let me check the food.”
I opened the oven set high into the wall. The heady smell of tomato sauce, garlic, and oregano rolled out to kiss my senses. Peeling back the foil cover, I saw it was bubbling.
“Smells great,” Jari said from behind me.
“Oh, it is. You’ll think you died and went to heaven. Go make yourself comfortable in the den. That’s where I spend most of my time.”
“What if we spill sauce on something?”
“Meh. They sell new sofas and rugs everywhere.” I jerked my head in the direction of the entertainment room. “Go. I’ll bring things out.”
“Do you have a map I can have?”
“Oh ha.” He snorted in the most adorable way. “Left then a right. Big room. Huge TV. Blue throw rugs and drapes.”
“I’ll get my GPS up,” he teased.
I threw the dishtowel hanging from the oven handle—hung there by Joy, not me, as I had zero interest in dishtowels or where they properly hung from—at his head as he jogged out of the kitchen. Smartass. I loved that he was so comfortable around me that he was giving me shit. Five days had passed since we’d last seen each other, five long days with him off doing hockeyand me rattling around this mausoleum. I’d counted down the time until he was back in Harrisburg but would never admit to anyone that I had. Not that I didn’t have things to keep me busy. The charity was always in need of organizational work. There were fundraisers to attend. Signings to do. Movies to watch. Books to read. Shoes to organize. Neck ties to sort.
I shoved all that aside to plate up some cheesy saucy goodness. I filled the plates high. Jari was skating hard every day so that carb loading wouldn’t hurt him. Me, on the other hand… Well, spring training was a long way away. I’d slim down before I had to report to camp in Florida in February. Which would be here before I was ready. Just a few months. I could only wonder where Jari and I would be by Valentine’s Day.
