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Killion: I don’t train all day. We do take breaks to eat meals. Is this you looking for an excuse to avoid me?
Camille: Nope. I promised to give you a real chance. I was just wondering.
Killion: See you at my place at six?
Camille: Make it six-thirty, I have to feed Ben.
Killion: You should teach me how to feed him so I can help you when you’re away.
Camille: I can do that. See you later tonight, K.
Chapter Forty-Four
Killion: When were you going to tell me that you’re now Scottie’s business partner?
Camille: She told you?
Killion: Yeah, apparently she’s been in town since last week and just now she decided to grace me with her presence. Something about saying hello before she heads back home.
Camille: We signed yesterday. I’m nervousand excited.
Killion: Why?
Camille: Excited because there’s a lot happening, but nervous because I need to find a place. The owners of this penthouse need their place back within the next two months.
Killion: Are you going back to California?
Camille: Not right now. With Scottie living on this side of the country it makes sense that I stay at least for six months. That’s how long I leased my house. I’m technically displaced.
Killion: Why are the owners of the penthouse asking for their place?
Camille: Leasing it to me was a favor for their friends. Since I’m no longer working with them . . . you know.
Killion: Do you have a leasing contract?
Camille: Yes, but in the contract it says they can ask me to move out with a sixty-day notice.
Killion: You can move in with me.
Camille: Nope. We’re going steady, not skipping steps. If you’re not willing to have sex with me . . .
Killion: (choking with laughter) Hold on—what? Not willing to have sex with you? Where are you even getting that?
Camille: (grinning) Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the whole peck-on-the-lips-and-behave routine you’ve been pulling lately. Feels like you’re holding out on me, Crawford.
Killion: I am not holding out. I’m trying to be a gentleman until I win your heart back.
Camille: A gentleman? Wow, you’re really going for the long game, huh? What’s next, flowers at my doorstep and a mixtape of ‘90s boy bands?
Killion: I was going to go with early 2000s emo, but thanksfor ruining the surprise.
Camille: Seriously, though. I’m not moving in with you just because I’m technically homeless. That’s a huge step.
Killion: And offering you a roof over your head is somehow a step bigger than, oh, I don’t know, having me do that thing you like with my . . .
Camille: Okay, okay, point made.
Killion: Thought so.
