Page 48 of All Mine

“Your client was there today?”

“He came by to see the new office.” He tapped my shoe with his foot.

“So, does he live close enough to check in often?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who is this mysterious client?”

“Let’s not talk about that. There are better things to do in our limited off-hours.”

I slumped back into the seat.

“So, what can I give you as part of our truce?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I whispered. Saddled with a nondisclosure agreement he wouldn’t break, and I’d have to figure out his client’s name some other way.

A knock interrupted the quiet.

“Food’s here,” Camden said, standing. “Better hide.”

I slipped into the bathroom as he retrieved the bag from the delivery driver. Aromas of fried rice, noodles, and battered chicken smothered in a spicy sauce wafted through the room. My stomach grumbled.

Camden had sat the bag on the coffee table and worked to open a bottle of wine.

“The classic pairing of wine and Chinese food, I see.”

He glanced at me, shooting me a panty-melting grin. Sticking to my goal of finding out his client would be so much easier if he didn’t have moments of charm.

I unpacked the food while he freed the cork from the bottle, and we settled onto the sofa with dinner.

“Tell me about your family,” he asked.

“Not much to tell. My parents have been married for thirty-seven years. And right now, they’re out in an RV driving the east coast,” I said, stabbing a steamed dumpling and hauling it to my mouth.

“Sounds fun. I’ve heard you have sisters.”

I chewed for a minute. How much should I tell him? “One older and twin younger sisters.”

“No brothers?”

“Nope.”

“Four girls. That’s a full house. Are they still in town?”

“My older sister is off becoming a doctor, and the twins are off at college. They’ll be home for the summer soon.”

“Are you guys close?”

“We used to be closer. With Lindsay in medical school and now residency, she doesn’t have any free time. So we talk for a minute every other week or so.” I grabbed the carton of Lo Mein. “You’re an only child, right?”

“I am,” he said and motioned to the carton. “Let me have some of that before you annihilate it.”

“Not cool, dude,” I quipped, holding the carton in his general direction.

He grinned, scooping some out onto a paper plate. I’d prefer to eat right out of the carton, but mind my manners and retrieve a paper plate from the small stack the restaurant delivered. With the amount of food Camden ordered, they probably assumed he was feeding an army.

“Where are you from?” I asked, winding noodles around my fork.

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