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I sighed, standing up to cup a hand around my mouth. “Excuse me?” I yelled.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Portland, there are hundreds of hotels within twenty minutes. Call one of them. We’re not going to sit here for hours while you’re happy to wait for someone to drive from the middle of the state.”
There was silence above the elevator. “We’re doing our best, ma’am.”
“Are you?” I said. “Because if that were the case, your elevator would be properly serviced, and two of your guests wouldn’t be stuck inside it.”
“We’ll start making some calls,” he said.
“Thank you.”
Cameron coughed, and I couldn’t tell whether he was stifling a laugh. “Guess I’ll let you handle it from now on,” he said easily.
My head pivoted, and I gave him a look over my shoulder. “I wasn’t inferring you couldn’t handle it,” I said.
He nodded. “I know.”
I’d heard my dad rip into employees for much less than this and sat at the boardroom table when he’d threaten everyone’s jobs as easily as breathing.
Frustration still hung like a dark cloud.
Cameron propped his hands on his hips, muttering another curse. “My sister will be worried. I told her I was heading right out.”
I sat back down in my little corner and watched him pace a few times, his movements graceful despite his size.
“Good Lord,” I said, “you’re going to snap the cables with that pacing.”
Eventually, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck and easing back to his original spot on the floor.
“Sorry,” he said. “Don’t do well when I can’t fix what’s wrong.”
I raised an eyebrow. That was a telling statement. Maybe he felt like he was in a confessional booth too.
“You have a sister?” I asked politely.
He laughed.
It was a good one too.
Cameron, with the big, rough hands and the quick reactions, had a really nice laugh.
The tiny little hairs on the back of my neck lifted at the sound of it. If his laugh was a recreational drug, there was a fortune to be made if you could figure out how to snort it or inhale it.
How pathetic, that I could easily get high off the hands and the laugh, and with none of the other good parts of him.
“I have a lot more than one,” he said.
My stomach chose that exact moment to emit a very unladylike rumble. My eyes pinched shut in mortification. “Excuse me,” I said in a tight voice. “I guess I’m hungrier than I thought.”
“Did you have dinner?” he asked.
“No. I wanted to wait until the dress fitting was done,” I said.
He pulled a bag over from the other side of the elevator. I’d hardly even noticed it, what with the mind-numbing terror when I thought we might die. Cameron dug his hand inside, and the telltale crinkle of deli paper had my stomach growling again.
“Here,” he said. “Turkey and ham on wheat, if you want the rest.”
