“Rue Cardinale Lemoine? What’s there?”
“Hemingway’s apartment.” She rolled her eyes. “College.”
“Have you been to Paris?”
Jackson sighed. “Nope. Not yet.” She flipped to the beginning, to the page titled New York. “Lookhere. I cross out everything I’ve done.”
Cameron raised his eyebrows. “You still haven’t seen everything you want to see in New York?”
Jackson smiled. “It’s a big city. And I add to the list all the time. Restaurants I want to try, that kind of thing.”
He nodded. “Does Sydney have a page?”
Jackson hesitated. She took the little book again and leafed through the pages. “No laughing,remember?”
The Opera House. Climb the Harbour Bridge. Bondi Beach.The list was long, and only two entries were crossed out.Boat trip in the Sydney Harbourand... Hot sex in Sydney?Cameron’s mouth fell open. Should he be offended or flattered?
“Is that me?” he snorted.
He caught the smile on her face just before she buried her head in her hands. Finally, she looked up again. “That’syou.”
He pumped his fist in the air. “I made your list. Glad to see it’s crossed off.”
She pursed her lips.
He tried for a straight face but failed. “It’s a little funny, isn’t it?”
She smiled. “Okay. A little.”
He looked down at her list again. The things that were crossed out she’d done with him. One was the night on his boat. While he spent the whole ride thinking abouthow to deal with her in his apartment, she was thinking about her dream list. Shit.
“You’ve only accomplished two things on your Sydney list?” He could have spent the last week and a half showing her all the things written there. They could have done them together.
He looked up at her. “That day we ate right on the harbor, you should have said something. We could have walked up to theOpera House.”
Jackson shrugged. “I was working, remember? Besides, we’re going to the Sydney Opera House in a couple days for the security job.”
Cameron nodded. The private security detail at the gala. That was her last night in town. All he could think about was the time they had wasted. He’d spent so much of it thinking about getting her naked that he’d missed this whole piece of whatshe wanted. Not that she had complained about the getting naked part.
She took the book out of his hands and flipped through the pages. “It’s not an itinerary. More like a fantasy life I want to live someday. When I have more money, and I’m not so busy with work.”
She skimmed through pages on the French Riviera, Mont Saint-Michel and Marseille. She really had a thing for France.
“Theten-year plan?”
She sighed. “Yep.”
“What about vacations?”
Jackson shrugged. “Sometimes. When I have the money.” She flipped to a page titled St. Thomas, Virgin Islands.Beach cabanaandwaterside restaurantwere crossed off, butsailing tripandsnorkelingweren’t. She looked up at him and gave a wry smile. “My ex-boyfriend wasn’t into water sports, so we skipped some of the items.”
What the hell was wrong with this guy? He had Jackson all to himself on a Caribbean island, and he wouldn’t get in the water with her? If Cameron had Jackson to himself, he’d do whatever the hell would make her happy.
Except get on an airplane, you fuckwit. Which means you can’t give her any of the things she wants.
Cameron frowned. “Did your ex know about this book?”
“I guess.He saw me writing, but he never really asked about it.” She closed it and stuffed it back in her bag. “It doesn’t matter. Like I said, I’ll probably never make it to most of these places. The lists are just for fun.”
