Scott: Hey! How’s summer break treating you?
Cam was online.
Scott held his breath as the other man started typing.
Cam: boring. Itching to get back on track.
Scott exaled, the knot in his stomach loosening a little. Cam’s words sounded fairly normal, right? Not weird at all. Maybe they could just ignore the whole thing.
Scott: Amsterdam next, right?
Cam: Zandvoort
Scott: eh, you got what I meant, so whatever.
Cam started typing. Stopped. Started typing again.
Scott watched it with trepidation.
Cam: Are you coming to the next race?
Chewing on his bottom lip, Scott considered it. The Dutch Grand Prix kind of conflicted with the business meeting his dad wanted him to attend.
But.
If he begged off, would Cam think he was avoiding him? Scott didn’t want things to become weird between them. Well, weirder than what had happened in Hungary.
Scott: I’m kind of busy that weekend, but I guess I could fit it into my schedule.
Cam: I’ll send you a pass.
Scott: OK, and find me a room close to the track. I’m not traveling from Amsterdam every day.
Cam: you’re so high maintenance, Jesus.
Scott: why, thank you![kissing emoji]
He regretted the emoji the moment he hit send. Banter like this wasn’t unusual for them, but it probably wasn’t very advisable after what had happened.
Cam didn’t reply immediately.
Wincing, Scott stared at the screen, as if he could will Cam into replying.
At long last, the typing dots appeared.
Cam: I just checked. All hotels close to the track are sold out. Zandvoort is tiny. Even I can’t find you a room this late, mate.
Scott frowned. That did sound believable. Or was it just an excuse to keep him far away?
There was only one way to find out.
Scott: no problem! I can share your room again![winking emoji]
He was starting to have second thoughts the moment he sent it, but it was too late.
This time the pause until Cam’s reply was even longer.
Cam: Sure. I’ll text you my room number once I’m there.
