Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Prove it. What did I say?”
Fuck.
Cam strained his mind, trying to remember. “The birthday party. Eh, a yacht party?”
Scott laughed, shaking his head. “That was half an hour ago!”
It was?
It wasn’t the first time Cam had caught himself zoning out around Scott. Not because he was bored—quite the opposite. He just got too distracted watching the tiny expressions that flitted across Scott’s lively face to pay much attention to what he was saying.
“So not a yacht party?” Cam said, his lips twitching. “I was warming to the idea.”
Scott grinned at him, slinging a leg over Cam’s lap. “I have a better idea:Château de Pierrefonds.”
Cam frowned. “A what?”
“The French castle near Paris! The one fromThe Man in the Iron Mask?MerlinBBC?”
When Cam gave him a blank look, Scott rolled his eyes with a laugh. “You’re impossible! It’s like you didn’t watch a single show or movie!”
“I had a busy childhood,” Cam said. “And those are, like, ancient shows.”
Scott shot him a mock-affronted look. “Excuse you, Merlin finished running just a few years ago! What do you mean, 2008 was nearly twenty years ago?”
“Can we aim a little lower than a medieval castle?” Cam said with a wry smile. Scotty was so ridiculous.
“Pfft, you’re no fun!” Scott pouted, playing with Cam’s fingers restlessly. “Fine, what aboutVilla del Balbianello? Don’t tell me you don’t know what it is, either!”
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Cam said, trying to keep a straight face. He actually did know what it was.
“Come on,Star Wars? Anakin and Padme? Unbelievable! Don’t tell me you haven’t watchedStar Wars, either—”
Laughing, Cam cut him off with a kiss. He kissed him and kissed him some more, feeling like he wanted to crawl into Scotty’s mouth and devour him from the inside. Fuck, he wanted to—
His phone went off.
Cam ignored it at first, intoxicated by the softness of Scott’s lips and the way Scott kissed him back with equal hunger. But the phone kept ringing.
It wasn’t normal.
Tearing his mouth away reluctantly, Cam picked up. “Richter,” he barked, still looking at Scott’s wet, kiss-swollen lips.
“Get to the factory now.”
Cam frowned. It was Daniel, his team principal. And he didn’t sound amused in the least.
“What’s wrong?” Cam said.
There was silence on the line and then the sound of Daniel taking a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. “We had to pay a TMZ journalist half a million dollars to buy photos of you that he otherwise would have published.”
Cam stiffened. “What photos?”
“It isn’t a conversation to have over the phone,” Daniel said, his voice clipped. “They were taken through windows. Probably with a long-range lens.”
Cam’s stomach dropped somewhere to his feet. His face must have betrayed something, because Scott had sat up straighter and was looking at him with a frown.
“Understood,” Cam said stiffly. “I’ll be at the factory as soon as I can.”
