Chapter 8

“Simmer down, Nellie,” Mattie cooed. “You’ll get your breakfast, too.”

Cam watched as Mattie scooped the cat food into the bowl and added a splash of water. He tried to make note of the process, and where everything was kept, without looking suspicious. Not that Mattie would pick up on Cam forgetting where the cat food was kept and jump to wild conclusions like alternate realities and imposter boyfriends. But it couldn’t hurt to play it cool, Cam figured.

Mattie drained his coffee and stretched. Cam didn’t bother trying that hard not to stare at the sliver of abs that peeked out from beneath the hem of his hoodie. “I’ve got to go into the studio this morning,” Mattie said apologetically. “I’ll be done in a couple of hours. Before lunch for sure. So we’ll have plenty of time to get ready for your party.”

“My party?” Cam asked.

“Yeah,” Mattie replied as he set his coffee mug in the sink. “Your office party.”