Page 69 of Brides and Brothers
Camille pressed the phone to her ear as she quickly darted to the back door and locked it. She stared out the window uncomfortably. “Oh, it’s Flynn and Sage.” She turned to go back to the couch when a thought stopped her midstep. “Wait! What if he’s proposing?”
“Right now?” Aiden’s tone was incredulous. “He’s probably wasting time because he didn’t plan anything for his date tonight. Leave the lovebirds alone.”
Camille hunkered down by the edge of the window and lifted her head enough to see outside. “I can’t see anything. Oh, wow. He sat down on the bench. This is it!”
“They’re sitting on the bench?” Aiden was clearly not impressed. “We sat on that bench, and I wasn’t proposing.”
“Aiden, I have to call you back. I need to call Emma. She wanted to hear first thing.”
“Camille, do NOT call your friends and tell them Flynn is proposing when you have no idea if he really is.”
“What are you going to do, wrestle the phone from me?” Camille was playing coy, and she couldn’t help teasing him a little more. “Guess you shouldn’t have moved to another state. I’ll tell Emma hemightbe proposing.” She peered out the window again and grinned. “Aw, he’s kissing her. Wait, should I be watching this? Oh, duh, I’ll record it. He’ll thank me later.”
“I can’t listen to this. You’ve gone all lovesick, and it isn’t even about me. You should get in your car and come see me. Focus that giddiness on your husband.”
“I’ll call you back!” Camille hung up, hit Emma’s name on her phone, and waited for the ring.
“Hello?”
Camille tried to hold back the squeal that made her sound like a thirteen-year-old. “Are you busy right now?”
“No, I’m eating ice cream and watching a movie with Daisha, who is eating celery with natural peanut butter. Natural, as in no oils at all, except for what came from the peanut.”
“Forget the peanuts. Flynn might be proposing right now.”
“Might?”
“They’re in my backyard on the bench.” Camille put the phone on speaker and flipped to video mode. She gasped. “I might be wrong, but he just handed her an envelope. That seems awfully out of the norm, don’t you think?”
“Envelope?” Emma asked. “Don’t worry. My shoes are already on. We’ll be there as fast as we can!”
Camille didn’t think they would make it in time, but she would have it all on video so they could watch it either way. “Don’t run any red lights!”
The phone call ended, and Camille dialed Aiden’s number. “Flynn gave Sage an envelope.”
“It’s probably his letter to Grant and he’s asking her for stamps. Don’t read too much into this. In fact, you should probably not be spying through the window.”
Aiden wasn’t seeing what she was seeing. She hit the record button. Okay, so she wasn’t seeing much either. It was pretty dark, and the bench was a little too far from her view.
The front door opened. She recognized Benson’s voice talking to someone.
“We’ve got company. Should I stop recording?” Camille whispered into the phone.
“Yes!” Aiden practically shouted. “Turn it off before someone reports you for breaching privacy—someone like Flynn.”
Benson and Easton walked into the room. She hastily stopped recording and put the phone back to her ear. She called casually to them. “Hey, guys! What have you been up to?”
“We were boot shopping in Bozeman,” Easton answered. “Were you just taking pictures of the backyard?”
“What? No.”
“Liar.”
Camille put the phone away from her ear and stared at the incriminating device. She gave the boys a sheepish face. “I forgot to take Aiden off speakerphone. I was just recording... myself talking to Aiden.” She looked at her phone. “It’s just Benson and Easton. They say hi.”
“Hi.” Benson’s tone betrayed him. There was no way he believed a single word.
Easton walked past her and scanned the view through the window. “Were you spying?”
