Page 61 of Hiding Hollywood

“Eva says she likes her job. Although, I’m a little worried about her dating. She seems to go out on a lot of first dates.” Dewey tossed the peeled water bottle wrapper to the middle of the table. “I wish I could run a background check on all of them first. She meets them on those internet dating sites.”

Cameron brushed his lips along Addie’s cheek, lowering his voice to a whisper only she could hear. “You should run your own background checks on men you date.” The idea of her ending up with another man like Brian made his hand tighten into a fist before he relaxed it on the table.

She turned her head, her soft lips an inch from his own. Her fingers brushed along his jaw. “And what would I find on you?”

Becky cleared her throat, her eyebrows raised high. “No canoodling at the table, please. Makes the rest of us singles jealous.”

Cameron sat back. “I apologize. Please, continue.” Addie shifted when he did, leaning partly on his chest and resting her head against his shoulder. Perfect fit.

“As I was saying,” Becky began with a raised voice. “Eva is smart. She’ll be safe. She was made for the big city. There aren’t enough shoes in South Georgia to satisfy her.”

“She can have it. I hated living in Jacksonville.” Nash crossed his arms over his chest. He hated discussing his ex-wife more than Cameron despised discussing his ex-fiancé. “No way you could get me back to another major city like Atlanta.”

“You go up to Atlanta all the time,” Dewey said.

“Necessary evil. I need tractor parts, and I can’t find them anywhere else.”

“That’s because most people have given up on tractors as old as yours. It belongs in a museum.”

Becky pointed her finger at Nash. “You could put it in your store when it opens.”

Nash leaned back. “Not a bad idea, but when are you going to agree to sell your cookies?”

“And cakes,” Cameron added. “Best baker in the county. At least that’s what all your ribbons say.”

“Award-winning deserts.” Nash laughed. “Might be good advertising.”

“Cameron,” Addie said, her body shifting away from his. “Why is that girl in the miniskirt over there staring at you like that?”

The whole table turned to look.

“Shit.” Nash’s head dropped to his hands. “How the hell does Gina find me everywhere I go?”

“Oh, she’s looking at you? I guess I couldn’t tell this far away.” Addie grimaced. “Sorry.”

Cameron whispered, “Should have worn your glasses.”

Her eyes widened. Why did it bother her when he pointed it out?

Nash threw a twenty on the table. “I’m out. I don’t care if she’s over eighteen now or not, it still creeps me out to have her constantly flirting with me since the divorce.”

Dewey slid out of the booth behind him, followed by Becky.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Becky asked, looking between the two men who towered over her. “I’m a really good wing-woman. Might be able to snag you two a few dates.”

“I’m due on patrol soon,” Dewey said.

Nash chuckled. “There’s not a woman in the world that could interest me enough at this point. I need to go balance the farm’s books.”

“A date with accounting.” Becky wagged her finger at him. “Be safe. Use protection.”

He nudged her toward the door, laughing. “Shut up. I’ll drive you home.”

“Spoken like a true Southern gentleman.”

Cameron leaned back, watching Becky. “I thought you told me once you don’t believe in Southern gentleman.”

She put a hand on her hip. “I don’t believe in the stereotype of the Southern gentleman. A man will open your door or give you his seat because of how he was raised not where he was raised. A Southern gentleman is just a gentleman with a cute accent.”

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