Chapter 18

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Cameron chose ice over bourbon with a slice of lemon as opposed to coffee, and Stone agreed to the concoction, needing to relax before his guests arrived.

The two leaned onto the kitchen counter, drinking.

Between sips, Cameron said, “I think I know your nephew.”

“Lance Bangle?”

“Yes. Him.” Cameron took another sip of his cocktail. “He’s a nice kid. Sort of still wet behind the ears, handsome, and polite. I’d probably date him if I didn’t find you so damn attractive.”

“He does get around. And, yes, he is handsome. Where did you meet him?”

“At Falling Chocolates. He told me his weakness was chocolate. Some men are like that, of course, which I can respect.”