Chapter 23

Cam’s hand rubbed down Preston’s arm and eased back his shirt sleeve to expose a swath of skin. There Cam’s forefinger began to trace a tiny circle into the tender skin on the back of Preston’s wrist. “What are you thinking?” Cam asked softly.

With a laugh, Preston admitted, “That I know shit about wine.”

Cam smirked. “That’s why they train the wait staff. Forget about the wine for a minute. What are you thinking about for dinner?”

Preston looked up from the menu and met Cam’s jeweled gaze. That was all it took; in a heartbeat, he was gone again, lost in those golden eyes. It was only when Cam applied gentle pressure to his wrist that Preston could shake himself free. “I’m sorry. I just…every time I look at you, I want to stare all night.” His heart did a little nervous flip.Aw, the hell with it, he thought. Taking the plunge, he admitted, “Is it too early for me to say I think you’re the sexiest guy I’ve ever met?”