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“I wasn’t worried about that. I’m curious.”
“I develop software for scientists to use in their research. Plus, I sold a few things along the way.”
“Things?”
“Tech things.”
“That’s impressive.”
He doesn’t add anything further and I’m not sure what to ask because tech is not my arena. I study his profile. His long Grecian nose, his sharp jawline. The frame of his glasses. His full lips.
He turns to meet my stare. “Grumpy, but beautiful, aren’t I?”
That makes me laugh. Cam is entertaining. He’s my snarky counterpart and I love going head-to-head with him. “Yes. Very.”
We settle in to watch the puck drop. Crew gets the puck and my brother is off, weaving in and out of Seattle’s guys with relative ease.
“Your brother is what this team needed,” Cam says.
“Yes, he is. They really have a shot at the championship this year. I’m excited for the guys.”
“Alexsei would be thrilled.”
I love the way Cam’s voice changes when he talks about Alexsei. It softens around the edges and it’s absolutely adorable. “Do you want some wine?”
“Sure.” He follows me into the kitchen and while I pull a bottle of chardonnay from the fridge, he opens cabinets looking for glasses. “Was it hard?” he asks. “Growing up with a brother like Crew?”
His question makes me pause, briefly, before I tell him simply, “Yes. I love my brother. He’s a caring person. But he was the sun and my parents were the planets, you know? Drawn into his orbit.”
“And you?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Different solar system?”
But Cam sets the wine glasses he’s retrieved down on the countertop and tucks my hair behind my ear, gently. “You’re Luna. Goddess of the moon, brave and independent.”
My heart swells. Cam gets me. He can be prickly and stand-offish, but he truly understands me and his friendship, this connection between us, means so damn much to me.
Going on my tiptoes, I kiss him, briefly.
“What’s your middle name?” I ask.
“I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has a middle name.”
“Not me. My mother considers them redundant.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Is your mother practical?”
“Very. She got me from a sperm bank. Well, not me. But the sperm used to create me. She didn’t want a husband, but she wanted a child. The epitome of practical.”
That is…different. But cool in a way. “Really? Wow. I admire a woman who goes after what she wants. What criteria did she use to pick the donor?”
“Education, IQ mostly. It was practical, but also a gamble. I could have been the product of a sociopath for all she knew.”
“Are you sure you weren’t?” I tease.
Cam lets out a loud laugh. It just might be the loudest I’ve ever heard him laugh ever. “You’re a little brat.” He spins me and gives me a hard smack on the ass.
