"Do you believe in life after love?" Cam asks idly.
"No, and I hate Celine Dion."
"Um... Cher, Kat, Cher. But anyway, are you even Canadian? Dion is a legend."
"Yes, I am. I have a Heath Card to prove it."
"So you don't believe in love or Celine Dion."
"That's right."
"Wow."
"..."
"I like Celine Dion."
"So, my mom liked you."
"Yeah?"
"She thought you seemed like a solid guy, for some reason. I didn't tell her about your reputation with the ladies."
"Did you just say, with the ladies?"
"I thought about calling you a ladies man."
"Good heavens, next thing you'll be calling me a rakish scoundrel."
"I don't nickname people after yard utensils."
Cam rolls his eyes grandly, and the pause stretches between us.
"So you don't like Cher, either?" He asks, finally, with a humorous sm
