The phone rang only once before Cam heard that low, French-Canadian accent.
“Oui?” Michael’s voice always sounded so sensual, even with that one short word. Cam felt a familiar wetness below her belly. How she ever did that to Cam was beyond Cam’s comprehension.
“It’s me, honey,” was all Cam had to say.
“Cherie! It is wonderful to hear your voice! You caught me at a good time. I was going to go out to get something to eat.”
“Your own cooking isn’t good enough anymore?” Cam laughed. Michael had started a course in cooking at the local college. Some of her creations had been quite good, but a few, especially the soufflés, had been a disaster.
Michael’s laugh was her response. “I do not have time to cook. I have been busy working on a proposal for the Commissioner General.”
“Is this abo
