Page 33 of Perfect Matcha
“Your sister is smart, so that’s not an insult. For real, though. Aren’t you tired of being single?”
Blood rushed to Camden’s face. He was tired of being alone, but he only wanted one person. It was pretty hard to conjure love when his heart was already taken. He’d tried in the past, and it hadn’t been fair to anyone.
“Not exactly.”
Freddie sighed and playfully sang, “Oh, my heart.You break it sometimes, Camden. Anyway, I didn’t call to blather on about your love life. Or about Theo.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Ha. I love your deadpan, heartless schtick. Reminds me of you in high school. And college. And after college.”
Camden couldn’t help but laugh. He enjoyed Freddie’s biting snark. “It is my best quality.”
“Your biceps are your best quality. Anyway, I scheduled a tux-fitting for next week. Think you can make it on Friday evening? If not, you can schedule your own at a more convenient time. I know it’s a bit of a drive for you.”
“Nah, man. I can be there. Send me the info.”
“Great. Hey, we should get a drink after the fitting. Just the two of us. We can catch up.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too. Okay, I have three other groomsmen to contact before it gets too late. Love you.”
Camden smiled. He wished this conversation hadn’t happened here and now, but he missed Freddie, and it was good to see him. “Love you too, bud.”
“Oh, and think about finding yourself a plus-one. Theo and I will both be married off one day, and you’ll be the spinster.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with spinsterhood.”
Freddie laughed—his big, boisterous one—and hung up.
The shower was thankfully still running. Freddie was right that Theo would eventually find a partner. Theo said he wanted a boyfriend, and he deserved to get what he wanted.
Camden had promised to help him with that. It had been a whirlwind three days of phone sex and role play, but he needed to get his head back in the matchmaking ballgame before he completely obliterated their entire friendship.
A plan had started to solidify in his brain when the shower shut off and Theo reappeared, all damp and rumpled and adorable in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt.
Camden patted the seat next to him, and Theo sat down slowly. He seemed wary, which meant Camden needed to do damage control, stat.
“You okay?” Camden asked.
Theo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Look, if you’re still interested in my help, I’ve got a plan.”
“A plan?”
Camden took a deep breath. “We can start casual. Maybe I could invite some friends to Sara B’s, that brewpub out by the highway, and go from there. That might make you more comfortable, to meet him in a group. Or, there’s munches and demos at Bold Brew. Oh, the wine bar might be nice. That would—”
“Camden. What in the world are you talking about?” Theo’s frown thinned out his plush lips. Camden dreamed of those lips.
“I think you’re ready.”
“For what?”
“A date. With Hawke.”
