Take A Chance With Me (With Me in Seattle 18)

“Okay, shoot.”

“I’m going out with Cameron tonight, and I need outfit advice. He said it’s not fancy.”

“Okay, then I’d go with jeans and a cute top with a jacket or a wrap. Oh, wear those sexy brown boots you bought on sale. They’re perfect for fall.”

“But…do I like, tuck my jeans into the boots or wear the boots over the jeans?”

“They’re ankle boots.”

I pull the phone away to stare at it, then press it back to my ear. “The question stands.”

“Your jeans will probably fall over the boots. And that’ll be cute, too.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath. “I’m nervous.”

Maeve laughs in my ear. “Don’t be. Have fun. You know Cam, so there’s no need to worry that you’ve been catfished, that he’s still married, or anything else.”

“Well, that’s a good point. Okay, I’d better get in the shower. He’ll be here in about thirty.”

“Thirty minutes?” she asks, clearly horrified. “Mags, you should be doing your makeup right now.”

“He said it’s not fancy!” I hate wearing makeup. I’m not the girly girl that my sister and sisters-in-law are. “Why do I need makeup?”

Maeve sighs heavily. “At least wear some mascara and a little nude lip gloss. You’re lucky that you have such wonderful skin so you can do the bare minimum and look great.”

“Fine. Anything else?”

“Have fun. Call me tomorrow.”

“Okay. Thanks. Bye.”

I hang up and walk through the house to my master suite, stripping on my way there. If I have to put on a little makeup, I’d best get a move on.

I stow away my recording tools, which means that I shove it all in the closet and get busy taking the fastest shower on record, then quickly dress, changing my shirt not once, not twice, but thrice, and then get to work on my hair and makeup.

The doorbell rings just as I return to the living room.

The look on Cam’s face when I open the door is totally worth the time I spent with the makeup and blow-dryer.

His blue eyes travel up and down my body, and when he pins me with his gaze, my knees go weak.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. My breath catches, and before I can step back, he cups my face in his hands and brushes his lips over mine in the sweetest, most tender kiss I’ve ever had.

“Whoa.”

He grins against me. “Yeah. Whoa. We should probably go catch the ferry.”

I blink, trying to make sense of the words, but my head is still spinning from the potency that is Cam.

“Mags?”

“Yeah? Oh, right. The ferry.”

I grab my bag and sling it across my body, then wrap myself in my jacket and follow Cameron to his car.

He’s in jeans that mold perfectly to his ass. His button-down is a shade of blue barely lighter than his eyes, and he’s wearing the black leather jacket that’s always made my girl parts sit up and take notice.

Cameron is a deliciously handsome man.

He opens the door for me and presses his hand to my back, guiding me into the car. I love how he touches me. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world—as easy as breathing.

Joey never touched me. By the time he died, we hadn’t had sex in over a year. And that was fine by me because whenever he did want to get laid, he’d just do it. No foreplay. No fun.

I mean, what’s the damn point?

And that’s the last time I’ll compare Cam to Joey. They’re not the same men, not at all.

And that’s just one of the reasons why I’m here.

“So, what are we doing in Seattle this evening?” I ask as he pulls away from my house.

“Dinner and a show,” he replies.

“What show?”

His smile is sly as he breezes through the gears on the standard transmission. “You’ll see.”

“I could eat a million of these shrimp.” I chew the one currently in my mouth and look around the restaurant that Cam brought me to. We can see Puget Sound from our table, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. And not in a creepy way. It’s a sexy, I-want-to-devour-you-whole kind of way.

Did I mention that it’s sexy?

“I have to admit,” I continue, “this might be the easiest date I’ve ever been on.”

“What do you mean?” He grins and takes another bite of his steak.

“I already know you, so we don’t have to waste time with ridiculous small talk. We can just talk, you know?”

He nods thoughtfully. “I agree. Also, I get to look at you, and that is a good time.”

I wrinkle my nose at him. “Don’t be cheesy.”

“I’m being honest. I like looking at you.”

I pop another shrimp into my mouth, not at all self-conscious about eating in front of Cameron. My phone rings in my purse, and I frown as I fish for the device, then silence it and put it away.