To Get Me to You (Wishful 1)
Three full days working side-by-side. Oh goodie. “Okay then. We should start tomorrow.”
Cam’s stomach gave an audible gurgle. “You wanna go debrief over food? Figure out the schedule”
Norah felt almost weak with relief. “Can’t. Tyler and I are meeting Miranda and Piper for dinner at Speakeasy.”
“Beer, pizza, and gossip. Pretty sure there will be discussion about who Liam Montgomery is stepping out with.”
“He’s only been back a few weeks. How do you know he’s stepping out with anybody?” Cam asked.
“I don’t, but it’s hella fun to torture Miranda.” Tyler grinned.
“Does she actually still have a thing for him?”
“She says she doesn’t. I’m pretty sure she’d just like the chance to be seen as something other than Randa Panda. If that dress she wore New Year’s Eve didn’t do the trick, I’m not sure anything will.”
“I can’t believe she didn’t murder Mitch for that one,” Tyler said.
“Miranda is a big believer in the idea that revenge is a dish best served cold.” Cam looked back to Norah. “Anyway, you want to do breakfast in the morning? We can go over the recruitment plan for the rest of the week before you take Hush for your play date.”
“Works for me. You make coffee. I’ll bring food.”
“If you want something other than Frosted Flakes, that’s probably best.”
“Frosted Flakes? What are you, ten?”
“Hey, they’re grrrrreat! Besides, what’s the point of being a grown up if you can’t eat all the stuff your mom wouldn’t let you have when you were a kid?”
“I can think of a few other better reasons to be a grown up,” Norah said.
Cam shot her a look so full of heat, she almost took a step back.
Jesus, that’s so not what I meant. But, of course, now the thought was in her head. She needed to get out of here before she broke into a sweat. “We should probably get going, Tyler. We’re going to be late.”
“Y’all go ahead. I’ll lock up here. I’ll see you in the morning, Wonder Woman. Say seven-thirty? Violet’s got a thing, so I need to be at the nursery to open by nine. Then we can hit the streets around noon.”
“Sure. Tomorrow.”
The cold night air was a relief. Tyler had left her truck at the hardware store, so she hitched a ride with Norah to the pizzeria.
Tyler tugged her seatbelt into place. “So, how long has that been going on?”
Norah tightened her hands on the wheel, hoping she misunderstood. “How long has what been going on?”
“You and Cam.”
Norah kept her eyes on the road. “There is no me and Cam.”
“If there’s not, then there should be. The pair of you are throwing off enough sexual tension to power the county for a month.”
God, she felt it. Focusing on not reacting, Norah kept her voice even. “That would be very complicated considering my life isn’t actually here beyond the temporary.”
“Maybe, but it’d sure be a helluva lot of fun.”
“I didn’t come down here looking for fun.” She hadn’t come down here looking for a relationship of any kind.
“Maybe not, but it’s worth grabbing while you can. You never know when you’ll lose it.” Her tone didn’t change, but there was some subtle thread of pain underlying Tyler’s words that distracted Norah from her own problems.
“I’m thinking there’s a story behind that wisdom.”