I can tell Cam’s amused by my awkward segue, but he lets it go. “Did you call him?”
“No.”
“Did you email him?”
“No.”
“Did you see him around the office?”
“No.”
“Then I think you’re gonna get a phone call tonight.”
My stomach twists with anxiety. “Really?”
“Yep. We should talk strategy.”
“Strategy? You make it sound like war.”
Cam’s smile is casual, but his eyes burn with a new intensity. “Love is war, darlin’. Only thing in life worth sheddin’ blood over.”
He turns away and heads to the cupboard for the plates while I stare down at the pan of simmering meat, wondering why that statement sounded so ominous.
In a few minutes, I’ve got the cooked meat and vegetables poured into a casserole dish and topped it with mashed potatoes. I pop it into the oven and set the timer, then pour
