Page 64 of Be Mine Forever

Pretty impressive, huh?”

Cam looked away from the infinity pool and back to his agent Sebastian. You’d seen one pool drop over the edge, you’d seen them all.

“Sure. Yeah.” Cam studied the Malibu mansion grounds of the producer who had flown them in almost a week ago now. “Is this meeting gonna happen or what? We’ve been here a week and I haven’t met this producer yet.”

“We’ve gotten a lot done.” Sebastian’s fingers hovered over his perfectly pomaded hair but never quite touched it. “You scoped locations for the painting. And met the production team.”

“Yeah, I know. We found some good bridges, but I’d like to know more about the story before I start going too far down any path in my head.”

Cam’s art had been used before for music videos and even a couple of films, but this was the first time he was being commissioned to paint specifically for the story line, instead of pulling from pieces he had already created.

“I want to get this over with so we can head back home.” Cam coughed to hide his smile. Thinking about Jo did that to his mouth. So despite having to leave before they’d gotten to cover any more of his past—and, hey, no complaints from him on that score—he was smiling a lot more than he had planned to on this trip.

“You know, you’ve been a real spoilsport ever since we left Rivermont.”

“Dude, did you just say ‘spoilsport’?” Cam offered his open palm. “Give it. Right now.”

“What?” Sebastian furrowed his brow. (That really was the only way to describe it. A real life furrow.) “Give what?”

“Your man card. No guy says ‘spoilsport’ and gets away with it.” Cam chuckled when Sebastian just rolled his eyes and adjusted his lightweight linen jacket. “And did you come as Sonny Crockett? Did someone forget to tell me it was NationalMiami ViceDay?”

Sebastian allowed his stiff mouth to loosen just enough to crack a smile.

“Oh, and you’re such a clotheshorse.” He gestured to Cam’s battered jeans, Walsh Foundation T-shirt, and Chucks.

“Clotheshorse?” Cam shook his head. “If you weren’t already out of man cards, I’d have to take it for that one, too. You gotta stop watching BBC, Bash.”

“You know I loveSherlockandDownton.”

“To each his own.” Cam pulled out his phone, checking for the fifty millionth time to see if he had a text or voice mail from Jo.

Nope. Cam slumped in the teak patio chair. God, he missed her.

“You expecting a call?” Sebastian reached for the fruity appetizers that had been left out for them while they waited for this producer to finally show. “You keep checking your phone.”

“Was hoping for a call from my girl, but she’s in meetings all afternoon.”

With damn Peter.

Cam gripped the phone a little tighter. He knew Jo was all his, but being married to someone who’d hidden from her feelings for another man for years? Especially when that man was your best friend? Yeah, that chafed.

Chafed? He was worse than Bash.

“You have a girl?”

Cam looked up from his phone a little at a time until he encountered Sebastian’s curious stare.

“You didn’t think I could get a girl, or something?”

“Obviously you could. You have.” Bash gave him an envy-sprinkled grin. “Quite a lot of them actually. I just didn’t think you hadagirl. Like one.”

“Well, you’re my agent, not my BFF, so maybe there’s stuff you don’t know.”

“Who is she?”

Cam cracked his neck. He didn’t have time for this. He looked back toward the house, willing Producer Man to walk through the door any minute now. He wasn’t sure why he was so reluctant to talk about his relationship with Jo. Probably because anyone who knew her would wonder the same thing he did: What the hell was she thinking? Didn’t she know she could do better?

“Is this guy coming, or what, Bash?”

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