Chapter 22

As if to prove his point, a blue Nissan Sentra pulled into the small parking lot behind the Bistro and parked across from Preston’s car. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Preston; their eyes met in the mirror’s reflection. When he got out of the car, he waved and flashed that sunshine smile that lit Preston up inside like a Christmas tree.

Preston almost fell over himself scrambling out of his own car. “Hey. There you are.”

“Been waiting long?” Cam asked.

Preston shook his head. God, the guy was even sexier than he remembered. “Just got here. You?” Then he laughed, embarrassed. “No, wait, don’t answer that. Never mind.”