By the end of the week, Preston was more than ready to see Cam again. On Thursday when Cam suggested another night on the town, though, Preston countered with an idea of his own. “How about an evening at ChezPruitt instead?”
“Ooh, sounds French,” Cam purred, his voice warm through Preston’s phone. “Where’s that, exactly? The Fan? The museum district?”
“My place,” Preston told him. “I live in the West End. I’ll cook and Abby will be all too happy to provide the evening’s entertainment, I’m sure. She’s talked about you nonstop since the photo shoot, did you know that?”
Cam laughed, a delightful sound in Preston’s ear. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”