Page 38 of Red Wine and Roses


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Cameron looked up from his desk and tried to play innocent. “About who?”

Mary Ellen gave him a stern look and sat down opposite him. “I don’t know her name, do I? Because you haven’t told me. And I think I’m insulted and offended.”

“Why Mary El?” That was the last thing he wanted.

She laughed. “I’m insulted and offended that you must think I’m stupid.”

“I don’t, and you know it. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

“So why are you treating me like I’m stupid? You’ve been up to Summer Lake for the last three weekends in a row. You come back each time and chat about your brother and his new wife and the wedding and all that good stuff, and you never mention this mystery woman.”

“Who says there is one?”

“I do.”

“And what makes you think that?”

She laughed. “Do you want a list? Let me see. How many times have I had a dozen red roses delivered in the last three weeks? Umm, none.”

Cameron dropped his gaze.

“See, I know what a dozen red roses mean, Cameron. It means thanks for the sex, see you next time.”

He had to laugh. “Well, damn. I didn’t realize that was what it meant.”

“Are you denying it?”

“No. I’m just saying that you’re smart; you put words to something that I couldn’t.”

“Or perhaps you just didn’t want to?”

He dropped his gaze again.

“And how many dinner reservations—of the table for two variety—have you asked me to make in the last three weeks?”

“None,” he muttered. He knew where she was going, and of course, she was right. He was just trying to think ahead as to what he should tell her about Piper.

“Exactly. And in case I haven’t made my point clear enough yet, just how many cases of the 2002 Reserve have I shipped to your recent willing partners?”

He looked up at her from under lowered brows. “None.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “So, what could be the possible reasons for this cessation of normal activity? I ask myself. Are you perhaps, sick? No, you come into the office every day and appear to be of normal health. Okay. Not that then. What else could it be? You’re not sending out your usual thank yous because you’re not indulging in your usual pastimes. You’re not sick, so what else could be keeping you away from the ladies. My educated guess, based on several years of observation, is that nothing keeps you away from the ladies, if it’s not one, then it’s another. Ah! There it is! There is another. She’s not here. So, she must be at your lake. Yet, you haven’t asked me to send her the customary thank you flowers or wine. In fact, you haven’t so much as mentioned her. So, I have one question.”

“Lay it on me.”

Mary Ellen grinned and leaned forward on his desk. “Is she special?”

Cameron couldn’t help it. He grinned back as he nodded. “Yeah. I think she is.”

“Eeee!” Mary Ellen rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Oh, Cam. That’s awesome! Tell me all about her?”

He laughed. “Right now?”

She nodded. “Yes. You, horrible man. You made me wait this long. You made me pry it out of you. You must tell me everything, right this minute.”

“Okay.” He checked the clock on the wall. “Let’s go and get some lunch, and I’ll tell you all about her. Will you do me a favor when we get back, though?”

“What’s that?”

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