Chapter 18

“So, these pictures of yours…” He gestured vaguely at the laptop, then leaned on the table, close enough to Cam so there could be no misreading his interest. Looking up at the photographer, he asked, “They areyours, right? I mean, you took them all?”

Cam grinned. It was everything Preston could do not to lean into him at that moment. Despite his earlier easy banter, Cam could pull off a bashful smile when it suited him. It looked kissable and cute, and went well with the freckles dotting his nose. From where Preston stood, he couldn’t see that dark spot on Cam’s lip, but he already knew it had slipped into its usual hiding place inside the dimple at the corner of Cam’s mouth.