“Texting a new boyfriend?”
Scott rolled his eyes at his cousin’s remark. Will was as annoying as Cam when it came to mocking his romantic life. More annoying, actually. Cam’s mocking felt far more tolerable for some reason.
“No,” Scott said. “A friend.”
Will’s eyebrows flew up. “Really? You’ve been grinning stupidly for minutes.”
Scott froze, surprised. He had been?
“If you don’t have friends who make you smile, I feel sad for you, man. By the way, how is your jailbait?”
Will glared at him without much heat. “Gadiel is good.”
“If you want some tips on how to fuck him, you know who to ask,” Scott said, earning a kick to his shin. “Hey!”
“Dickhead,” Will said, but he sounded fond, and Scott returned his eyes to his phone.
Cam texted him again.
Cam: Are you coming to the next race?
Scott: Why, are you asking me to come, Cameron Richter?
Cam: No.
Cam: But I could send you a VIP pass if you want.
“You’re smiling stupidly again,” Will said. “Who is that friend?”
Scott quickly wiped his smile. “Just a friend,” he said, shrugging and changing the subject. “So I met the cutest guy the other day…”
Chapter 7
Hungarian Grand Prix
What the hell was he wearing?
Cam watched Scott stroll through the paddock toward him. His outfit was... all white, which didn’t surprise Cam in this heat, but the shirt was basically an asymmetrical piece of loose fabric that gaped at the collar and barely reached his waist, leaving a strip of skin on display. Was this supposed to be fashionable?
Not that Scott didn’t look great or anything. He did. But with a face like that, he could make hospital scrubs look like high fashion.
“Hey!” Scott said, giving Cam a half-hug and slipping his sunglasses off as he grinned at him. “I forgot how unfairly handsome you were in the weeks I didn’t see you.”
Cam snorted. Reaching out, he plucked the sunglasses from Scott’s hand and slipped them on, sighing as his eyes finally found some relief from the relentless sun.
“Hey, those are mine,” Scott drawled with a pout, though he was smiling, his light eyes sparkling with mirth.
Christ, eyes like that were really wasted on a man.
“I’m sure you have four other pairs, Mr. Trust Fund Baby,” Cam said.
Scott laughed. “Okay, guilty as charged. But I’ll have to go back to my hotel for them.”
“Where are you staying this time?”
“We are staying at the Ritz-Carlton,” Scott said.
Cam frowned. “We?”
