And that’s just one of the reasons why I’m here.

“So, what are we doing in Seattle this evening?” I ask as he pulls away from my house.

“Dinner and a show,” he replies.

“What show?”

His smile is sly as he breezes through the gears on the standard transmission. “You’ll see.”

“I could eat a million of these shrimp.” I chew the one currently in my mouth and look around the restaurant that Cam brought me to. We can see Puget Sound from our table, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off me. And not in a creepy way. It’s a sexy, I-want-to-devour-you-whole kind of way.

Did I mention that it’s sexy?

“I have to admit,” I continue, “this might be the easiest date I’ve ever been on.”

“What do you mean?” He grins and takes another bite of his steak.

“I already know you, so we don’t have to waste time with ridiculous small talk. We can just talk, you know?”

He nods thoughtfully. “I agree. Also, I get to look at you, and that is a good time.”

I wrinkle my nose at him. “Don’t be cheesy.”

“I’m being honest. I like looking at you.”

I pop another shrimp into my mouth, not at all self-conscious about eating in front of Cameron. My phone rings in my purse, and I frown as I fish for the device, then silence it and put it away.

“Must not be important?”

I force a smile. “No. Probably someone trying to sell me a car warranty.”

His eyes narrow, and he leans closer to me. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Mary Margaret.”

I narrow my eyes back at him. “It’s honestly not important. No emergencies, and it’s not the family.”

He sits back, and I take a sip of water.

I’ll be damned if I let some bimbo my former husband banged and had a kid with ruin my time with Cameron. She doesn’t matter. She’s not a part of my life.

“Do you want me to order you more shrimp?” he asks, changing the subject.

“No, I’m probably eighty percent crustacean as it is. No more for me.”

“How about dessert, then?”

“That’s another matter entirely.” I laugh as the waitress returns to take our empty plates away and leaves us with the dessert menu. “Wanna split some cheesecake?”

“You expect me to share cheesecake?”

“Okay, let’s get two desserts and share them so we each get a whole. How about that?”

“Better.” He orders us the cheesecake and some hot apple crisp with ice cream.

I’m going to weigh fifteen pounds more when I leave here than when I walked in, and I’m perfectly okay with that. I’m enjoying him, the view, and the food.

“I’m dying to know which show we’re going to see.”

“Wicked,” he replies.