Once again, June found herself wondering if she and Cameron would remain friends once she started asking questions about that long-ago night.
It likely didn’t matter. She had the feeling once he learned that Juin Dion and June Parker were one and the same, it would be all over anyway. Perhaps she should simply rip off the Band-Aid right now and get it over with…
“Speaking of the Grizzlies…” Cameron pulled an envelope out of his suitcoat pocket. “I saw my sister this week and mentioned you’re a big supporter of the program.” He handed the envelope to George, who immediately opened it.
A look of surprise crossed the older man’s face. “Season tickets?”
“Complimentary. And Nyla says going to the games and cheering on the Grizzlies is more fun with a companion, so you’ve got tickets for you and a guest.”
Shock filled the older man’s eyes. “This is too much. I couldn’t possibly—”
Cameron’s hand on George’s arm stopped the protest. “We want die-hard fans in the stadium. Please. Accept them with our thanks for supporting the team.”
“Thank you.” George’s fingers tightened around the envelope. “Thank you so much.”
“Behind you.” Angi’s voice put a stop to the more effusive thanks that were sure to follow.
George turned and stepped to the side to let her put the plates of seared salmon with roasted potatoes and green beans on the table.
“I’ll let you two enjoy your lunch. Is there anything Angi or I can get you?” George asked.
June shook her head, startled by the beauty of the presentation of their food. “I’m good.”
“It looks amazing.” Cameron flashed that trademark smile at Angi and George. “Thank you both.”
“If you need anything, please let me know,” Angi told them. “I’ll also check back with you in a bit.”
“Bon appétit.” George slipped the tickets into his jacket, then patted the pocket. “Thanks again for these.”
Once they were alone again, Cameron gazed down at the dish displayed on a pretty plate. “George and his staff do it up right.”
“What you did, that was nice.”
Cameron picked up his fork and inclined his head.
“The tickets.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “My sister’s doing.”
June had done her research on his family. She knew that his eldest sister, Nyla Flock, was head of operations for the Grizzlies organization. “She gave them to you because you asked.”
“As I told George, we like the idea of the stadium being filled with football fans who love the Grizzlies.”
“Still, it was nice.”
“Hey, what can I say? I’m a nice guy.”
She laughed even as regret surged. Keeping things light in Paris had proved impossible, as Cameron was one of the first guys in a long time who’d captured her interest.
Forking off a bite of salmon, June focused on eating for the next few minutes, enjoying the feel of the sun against her face and the company of a fascinating man.
Though he did his best to steer the conversation to her, she managed to keep the focus on him.
“I hate keeping you from the office.” June slanted a glance at Cameron. The angular planes of his handsome face were bathed in the afternoon sunlight.
“I hate keeping you from your mother.”
“A neighbor is with her this afternoon.”