Page 42 of Effortless

“Fast cars.”

He laughed. “Fast cars, Cam.”

“You’re heading to the airport right now?”

“Yeah.”

“And you want me to drive you?”

“Yep,” he said. “Well, we need to stop at my hotel first to grab my bag.”

“How am I supposed to get back?”

She assumed the car would need to be left there for pickup.

Tommaso smiled. “Have some faith in me, Camilla. Do you want to drive this beast, or not?”

He jingled the keys again.

“Yes, she does!”

This time, it was August who called out.

Tommaso looked far too smug for his own good.

Camilla snatched the damn keys. “Let’s go.”

Camilla pulled the Bugatti into the underground parking garage of the hotel Tommaso had been staying at during his time in New York. She assumed he had been staying with Cross, but apparently not.

“You coming up?” Tommaso asked.

“Was this in your plans, too?”

“Pardon?”

“Get me here for one last fuck before you go?”

“No, actually I was having breakfast with your brother when they called to say the Bugatti was ready to be picked up. I went from there to the salon, and I’ve got just enough time to get to the airport at the moment. So again, do you want to come up, or are you good here?”

Okay, so that was a little bitchy of her.

Tommaso didn’t even call her out on it.

“Go get your bags,” Camilla said. “I’m good here.”

“Suit yourself, babe.”

Camilla did get out of the car to get a second look at it after Tommaso had disappeared into the elevator at the other end of the garage. She traced the car’s beautiful lines with her fingertips, but nothing more. Leaving smudges on its paint job would be a sin, really.

She had bent down to wipe a speck of dirt off the grill’s emblem when Tommaso’s voice came from behind her.

“Do you two want to be alone, or …?”

Camilla stood with a laugh. “That was fast.”

“I was gone fifteen minutes, actually.”

She wasn’t even ashamed that she had gotten lost in the car. “It’s one hell of a vehicle.”