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“It’s fine.” He took a screenshot, then sent it to himself and slid the phone back to me.

“What are you planning to do with it?”

He let a half-smile form. “I have some thoughts.”

“I also had a thought,” I ventured.

All eyes turned to me.

“I think we should can it.”

Silence.

“The New Old Fashioned. Canned drinks are wildly popular right now, especially with women, and people are dying to try this. If we can it, we can use the slogan to promote it, but change it a little ‘I’d rather be a can of whiskey than your cup of tea.’”

Booboo actually smiled while Edmond scowled at the table. Xavier pulled his lips between his teeth, suppressing his own grin. Ryan clapped me on the shoulder.

Cam merely stared with that concentrated intensity, but this time he fringed it with the barest hint of desire. Had it always been there, and I’d been ignoring it? Heat pooled deep in places it shouldn’t in the middle of a work meeting.

I yanked my gaze away. “So…terrible idea, or nah?”

God. Could I be more awkward?

“Are you kidding?” Ryan said. “That’s flipping genius. My wife drinks canned cocktails like the apocalypse is coming tomorrow.” He paused and calmed his voice. “Let me rephrase that. My wife is not an alcoholic, but she enjoys the occasional canned cocktail.”

I laughed. “So do I.”

“I love it,” Cam said. “I’ll talk to production immediately. See what needs to get done.”

I couldn’t help but bounce my legs beneath the table. Finally! I was making real changes.

“So I think that’s it for today,” Cam said. “Good work, everyone.”

“Great!” I pushed the tree-killing papers to the middle of the table for someone else to clean up, eager to be the first to leave the room.

At once, I sensed Camden’s presence behind me.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured.

A furious blanket of heat settled over my skin. “You’re looking pretty dapper yourself.”

“Those glasses…” he said as we reached my desk.

I touched them, resettling them on my nose. “I accidentally slept in my contacts.”

He leaned close to my ear. “You look like you belong in a library.”

Thrills shot through my body, like he’d pulled a zipper up my spine.

In a library.

Did he mean⁠—

He smirked like the devil, and I backhanded his shoulder playfully. “That isn’t funny,” I hissed, hoping Helen couldn’t hear. “We are at work.”

“Apologies, ma’am.” He lifted his hands, palms out, and backed away, winking once he got to his office.

I shouldn’t have been surprised the next day when, next to my coffee, there sat a brand new iPhone box. Practically falling into my seat, I dropped my purse to the floor and stared at the inoffensive white square.