Page 30 of Hiding Hollywood

“How many eggs, dear?” Mrs. Dempsey asked as she cracked open the first one into the pan. It hit the surface with a sizzle.

Fried eggs.

The smell hit Addie.

Fried in butter.

“Three.” His shoulder brushed Addie’s. He dropped his voice. “Eat the biscuit, Addie.”

“I’m not really hungry—”

“I dare you to eat it.”

“Dare me?” Addie frowned at him. “Are we seven?”

“You owe me for finishing that awful drink for Mrs. Latham. I did it, too. Finished the whole cup of liquid sugar.”

She had put him in a tight spot that he’d handled far better than she’d managed with a simple biscuit. The green in his eyes drew her in. Ridiculous.

“I figure you won’t back down from a dare.”

With her eyes locked on his, because she couldn’t stop staring anyways, she reached down and lifted the biscuit.

His eyes darkened a fraction as they gazed at her lips. His playfulness disappeared. When had her distress over the second biscuit turned into a sexy dare? Who was the last person to use “sexy” and “biscuit” in the same sentence?

The choice of venue or topic didn’t seem to matter when it came to Cameron. He was right. She didn’t back down from a dare. How had he guessed that?

She took a bite.

His fingers grazed her knee under the table as his stare intensified for such a fleeting moment before he sat back, she wondered if she’d imagined it.

The screen door opened, and Sheriff Dempsey entered. “Good morning.”

Mrs. Dempsey set a plate with three fried eggs on three open biscuits in front of Cameron. “Eat up while it’s hot.” She aimed a pleased look between the two of them and started to hum back to the stove.

“Did you find anything out about the video?” Cameron asked the question as though the sexual tension wasn’t pumping between them.

Addie slowly set her own biscuit down. She didn’t know how to say anything to them about the video. She could figure out a plan to keep away the truth and avoid directly lying to them. She sipped her coffee.

She waited for inspiration to hit.

Nope.

She had nothing.

“Yes. I have the video.”

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing.

This time Cameron’s hand wasn’t a quick brush over her leg, his hand rested entirely on her thigh. She’d seriously have to reconsider sitting next to him if he felt the need to touch her. How could she think about what to say now? She looked at her partially eaten biscuit.

“I can pull up the video on the computer.”

“How?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Addie…”

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