the evening came at bedtime. There was some discussion as to where everyone would sleep for the remainder of the weekend. Ryan, Ellen, and baby Abby would be there in the morning and it only made sense that they would be near Sam and Haley. So, Cammie and Adam were changing wings. Neither one of them seemed to mind.
“Which room would you like?” He asked as he led her down the hall.
She glanced at the three doors before her. “Three doors to choose from? Wow.” She joked.
“Well, only two, unless you plan to sleep in the laundry room,” he chuckled. He pointed to the lone door on the right side of the hall.
She walked over to it and opened it. Walking in, she commented, “And it’s still bigger than my apartment. It’s good to be your half.”
“So, between door number one and door number two?” He asked. He was currently in charge of both their bags and was ready to set it down wherever it belonged.
“Hmm.” She opened the first door. It had a big queen size bed centered nicely in a very masculine room. Dark colors on the walls, bedding, and wood made it very cave-like. The second door had a loft bed and he could tell by her reaction that it was all she needed to see.
Walking into the room, Cammie climbed the ladder and dove onto the top bunk. She reached a hand up and he saw that she could just barely graze the ceiling. She backed up to the back corner and lay on her side. He watched as she stretched her foot and adjusted the pillow to be wedged perfectly into the bed. He smiled as he saw her reaction. Finally, she flopped over and leaned toward him from the bunk. “I want this one.”
Laughing, he said, “I knew I was going to get you in my bed somehow.”
As she frowned she replied, “Well, that does dampen my enthusiasm some.” She glanced around. “But I’m staying put. It feels just right.”
“Okay, sleep well. I’ll be in Sam’s old room.” He tossed her bag on the bottom bunk and then left the room.
Within minutes he was ready for bed in the room next door. He heard her climb down from the bunk. Soon a light came on under the bathroom door. He waited for her to figure out they shared that bathroom, but that realization didn’t happen. She wasn’t as curious as he had expected her to be. The light went off once more. And despite how far away she was, he managed to fall asleep comfortably with a smirk on his face. Be careful what you wish for. He had wished for days that somehow Cammie would end up in his bed. Next time he would remember to wish that he was there with her.
Adam woke up and headed for the bathroom. He had just finished peeing. “One, two, three shakes,” he muttered before tucking and turning around. Then he jumped. Cammie was standing there looking…annoyed…already…and on a holiday no less. “Crap. What?”
He stumbled over to the sink as he prepared to brush his teeth. Still she simply stood there. “Are you going to say anything?”
“You snuck in. Are you happy now? I’m so sexy first thing in the morning?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
He sighed and spoke. “Doll, I have my own door. Sneaking is not required. Now lose the ‘tude or leave me in peace. This is no way to start a day.” He shoved the toothbrush into his mouth and turned to face the mirror. He caught a glimpse of a pink face as she pushed through her door and back into her room. He heard her head down the hall. Must be she was starting work in the kitchen.
By the time he made it there, the coffee was made and there was a chafing dish with an egg casserole in it. The chafing dish beside it held ham slabs. And there was a fruit salad in one of his mother’s crystal bowls to accompany it all. He was standing there in shock, sniffing and smiling with a plate in his hand. As she turned he said, “Apology accepted.” He nodded and started loading his plate.
She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, snapped it shut like she thought better of it, and walked out of the room.
“Enjoy your shower!” He called after her.
Within seconds she had stomped back into the room. “What makes you think I’m