He smirks and raises a brow in question. “One hundred?”
“I’ve never been with a man so physically perfect.”
He raises his glass and clinks it with mine. “Let’s just hope the body counteracts the romance factor then shall we?”
I laugh and shake my head.
“Occupation?”
“Ten.” I smile. “But you already knew that.”
“I did.” He smiles. “I do have the best job in the world. I’m very grateful.”
“I never asked, but why did you become a cardiologist anyway?”
His face falls solemn. “The first patient I ever lost was because of a heart attack.”
“Oh no—”
“It was my uncle,” he interrupts.
I watch him as he struggles with the painful memory.
“I was just out of med school and we were at his house when he had a heart attack.” He frowns and I know he is right back there. “The ambulance came, but I had to use the defibrillators in the back of the ambulance to try and save him. I was the most experienced there and, looking back now, I was nowhere near prepared for it.”
I watch him. I dread the day I lose someone.
He shrugs as he sips his drink. “I couldn’t do it. He died despite my efforts.”
I reach over and take his hand in mine.
“I vowed I would learn more about hearts, and in the end I came to love everything about cardiology. It fascinates me.”
I smile softly. “Just like you fascinate me.”
He smirks and returns to his sheet, and I watch him as he tallies up the scores. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that I know that as soon as I tell him my secret, this will all be over, but I’m feeling very attached and needy. I need to snap the hell out of it.
I deserve to have a nice week with him. Hell, I know its going to end and that’s okay. I hold no grudges as to how he will feel when he finds out I have a son. I already know his stance on children.
And I know it’s selfish, but I want the week.
I deserve the week. I’m going to tell him when Owen gets back. Then I will deal with it.
“So I got...” He scratches his head for a moment. “I got a score of a hundred and forty-six out of sixty.”
“How did you work that out?”
“Well, basically my body counteracted all other negative aspects out.”
I laugh. It’s true. It totally does.
A song comes on and he stands. “Let’s dance.” He takes my hand as he guides me off my stool.
“What?”
“I have to work on that swoony thing.” He leads me to the dance floor and wraps his large arms around me, and I laugh into his shoulder.
“You don’t have to work on anything, Cameron.”
He spins me hard and we nearly lose our footing. We stumble to the left sharply and run into another couple.
“Sorry,” he mouths before grimacing at me.
“What are you doing, you idiot?” I chuckle.
“Hitting these appraisal targets could be dangerous, Bloss.” He spins me again and I laugh out loud. “Hold on to your hat.”
I wake to the feel of gentle kissing of my shoulder blade from behind. I smile and turn my head as he kisses me softly.
“Good morning, Blossom,” he whispers huskily.
“Good morning, baby.” I smile as I reach behind my head to cup his face.
He pulls me closer to him and I lie in his arms. I inhale deeply in happiness. Now, this is the way to wake up to a new day. Encased in Cameron’s safe arms.
What an amazing night with an amazing man.
He’s perfect.
Every single thing about him is perfect. We laughed our way around New York City last night. He is the funniest man, maybe person, I have ever met. Witty, intelligent, sexy. I didn’t know men like him even existed and I knew I didn’t imagine it all those years ago. This is the ultimate male species.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“Just stay in bed.” I try and swallow. My mouth is dry from all those drinks last night. “I need a drink,” I murmur groggily.
He gets up and goes to the mini bar before he turns and hands a bottle of water to me. Then he goes to the bathroom.
I nearly drink the whole bottle in one go. This is taking dehydration to a new level.
He returns with new enthusiasm. “I know what we can do today.” He smiles excitedly as he stands there, butt naked.