Cam shot me a look over his shoulder. “What? You don’t?”

“Nope.”

“Weren’t you paying attention in class when Drage went over this and the imaging cameras?”

I crossed my arms. “You were drawing the cast of Duck Dynasty when he was going over that.”

He laughed as he turned back to the telescope and started adjusting the knobs and buttons and other things I couldn’t remember. “I was listening.”

“Uh-huh.” I inched closer, using his body as a shield against the cool wind whipping across the roof of the Byrd Center. “You’re actually a pretty good artist.”

“I know.”

I rolled my eyes, but he really was. The sketches were disturbingly life-like, right down to the beards.

He bent over, moving a lever. “I’ve used a telescope a time or two in my life.”

“That’s random.”

“Okay. I used it when I had the class previously,” he corrected, sending me a quick grin as he straightened. Tipping his head back, he checked out the dark sky. “Man, I don’t know if we’re going to be able to get anything before those clouds roll in.”

Following his gaze, I winced. Intense, tumultuous clouds were obscuring most of the night sky. There was a wet feel to the air, a smell of rain. “Well, you better hurry then.”

“Bossy,” he murmured.

I grinned.

“Come over here and I’ll show you how to use this.” He stepped back, and with a sigh, I took his place. “Are you going to pay attention?”

“Not really,” I admitted.

“At least you’re honest.” Cam leaned around me, putting his fingers on the telescope. His arm brushed mine, and I didn’t mind. He was really blocking the wind now. “This is a Philips ToUcam Pro II.” He pointed at a silver thing that reminded me of a webcam. “It hooks to the telescope. At these settings, you should be able to get a clear image of Saturn. Press this and it will capture an image.”

“Okay.” I brushed my hair back. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be getting an image of Saturn.”

“Huh.” He paused. “Hey.”

“Hey what?”

“Go out with me.”

“Shut up.” Grinning, I leaned forward, pressing my eye to the telescope. And all I saw was pitch black. Astronomy hated me. “I don’t see anything.”

“That’s because I haven’t taken the lens off.” Cam laughed.

I jerked my elbow back. It connected with his stomach, which was equivalent to hitting a wall. “Asshole.”

Still laughing, he reached for the lens. Cam could’ve moved, because I was so in the way, but he didn’t. His entire front pushed against my back, and I stilled, closing my eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“It would’ve been easier for you to just go to the side and do that,” I pointed out.

“True.” He lowered his head so his lips were beside my ear. “But what fun would that be.”

A shiver raced across my shoulders in spite of myself. “Go have fun by yourself.”

“Well, that’s really no fun,” he said. “Try it again,”