Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,55
play to continue watching the video he’d paused when the group messages started. Marla the Magnificent might have linked Brigitte Spencer’s mother to Jack Mercy through employment records, but it alone wasn’t enough. Felix needed to find other connections between Cameron Spencer and Jack Mercy he could exploit.
He’d uncovered two videos which looked promising. The first one was recorded ten years ago. An anchor from Atlanta interviewed Cameron and Brigitte Spencer for their morning show program. It was aired on Valentine’s Day, so the featured couples had all discussed true love and finding their soul mates. Felix had started feeling nauseated a few minutes in, so he’d fast-forwarded to Cameron and Brigitte’s interview. The anchor, Tanda Rinehart, had just introduced them when his friends had started their shenanigans.
“The two of you have an interesting story,” Tanda said on screen. “Why don’t you tell us about it.”
Brigitte Spencer—petite, stunning, and poised—smiled at her husband and said, “Do you want to go first, or shall I?”
Cameron’s expression was so sappy that Felix rolled his eyes. “I saw you at the sex club, pal,” he said out loud to no one. Just because Spencer hadn’t been participating in a particular sex act when Felix was there didn’t mean he never partook. His membership was enough to cast doubt on his fidelity.
“You go ahead,” Cameron told his wife. “You tell the story so much better than I do.”
Brigitte giggled as she faced Tanda. “I was traveling home from college late one evening and experienced some car trouble. One of my tires blew, and I barely avoided having an accident. There I was, stranded along the side of the road in the dark all by myself. I was terrified. We didn’t have cell phones back then, so my options were to flag down someone to help me or start walking.”
“Which did you choose?” Tanda asked.
Brigitte smiled. “I decided to walk, but I hadn’t made it far before my knight in shining armor came along.”
“More like a grease monkey driving a rusted-out clunker.” Cameron chuckled, and his cheeks turned pink. He’d already mastered the art of self-deprecation. “Here was this stunningly beautiful woman marching down the road with her head held high.”
“I must’ve looked like a hot mess. My sweaty hair was plastered to my head, my clothes were rumpled, and one of my sandals broke before I got a mile down the road.”
“You were still the most alluring woman I’d ever met. Still are,” Cameron added.
“Damn, he’s smooth,” Felix said as Brigitte swatted at him playfully.
Cameron refocused on Tanda and said, “She wasn’t in the best of moods, you see. I asked if that was her disabled car I just passed, and she replied with something sarcastic.”
“Do you remember what she said?” Tanda asked.
Cameron smiled at his wife again. “Every word.”
“Would you like to share?”
Cameron chuckled. “She stopped, turned to face me, and put both hands on her hips. She gave me a look that would’ve made most men wilt and said, ‘Nope, I’m just bored and out looking for trouble.’”
“To which you replied?” Tanda prompted.
The Spencers looked deep into one another’s eyes for several moments before Cameron answered. “I told her that trouble had arrived.”
The couple spent the next few minutes talking about the rest of the events that evening and how it had unknowingly shaped their futures. Cameron had replaced Brigitte’s tire with the emergency spare, then followed her to make sure she arrived home safely. The next day, Brigitte showed up at the small dealership where Cameron had worked as a mechanic.
“I baked him cookies to thank him for helping me and also to apologize for being so sarcastic and hateful.”
“You were scared,” Cameron said.
Brigitte leaned into him. “He was even more handsome than I remembered, so I was a little flustered.”
“She stole my breath the previous night on the side of the road, but I was fully prepared to offer my heart to her in the middle of the showroom floor. Only one thing stopped me.”
“His silly pride,” Brigitte said. “Cam didn’t think he was good enough for me.”
“I wasn’t good enough for you. An educated young lady from a good home didn’t belong with a man who could never quite get the grease out from beneath his fingernails no matter how hard he tried. I decided right then and there that I would be worthy of her someday.”
“And I ensured I’d get a chance to knock him off his feet at least once more,” Brigitte said.