Page 48 of Among the Stars

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Page 48 of Among the Stars

He didn’t want to know where she found these dates. “Being clean doesn’t make me a freak.”

Veronica conceded his point. “That’s fair. And to be clear, I appreciate your cleanliness.”

An odd compliment but he accepted it anyway. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The commentators were discussing a Dak Prescott pass, and she lowered the volume on the TV. “Do you like football?”

“It’s fine.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

She tucked her knees under her and mumbled, “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.” Propping her elbow on the back of the couch, she pressed her hand against her head and faced him. “Let’s try this again. Do you watch football?”

“If it’s on at the bar.”

“But not at home?”

“I don’t have a television at home.”

Blue eyes went wide. “You don’t own a television?”

“You were in my apartment. Did you think I was hiding one?”

“I figured it was in one of those cabinets. Like, you push a button and a giant screen magically appears. That’s a rich guy kind of thing, right?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Cam did know, as he’d considered purchasing such a unit, but the way she described it made the feature sound pretentious. Which it was, he now realized.

“That answers my question about your viewing habits, then. You don’t even watch Netflix on a computer or tablet? Rich guys love their gadgets.”

That was enough stereotyping for the day. “What if I said the only thing women care about is how much money a man has?”

“I’d have to punch you.”

“Then stop insinuating that all men with money are shallow.”

Instead of being offended, she shifted to spread her legs out over his thighs. “I was doing that, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

Veronica tossed more popcorn into her mouth. “Sorry. So tell me something else. Do you read?”

“Regularly.”

“I didn’t see any books in your apartment.”

“I read on an iPad.”

She tapped his chest. “So you do like gadgets.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I own an iPad for practical reasons.”

“Sure you do. What else?”

Cam had no idea what to say. He worked. He slept. He went back to work. Other than occasional visits to the golf course, there wasn’t anything else to tell. This line of questioning was making him realize that he didn’t have much of a life. In fact, he’d had more adventures in the last four days than he’d had in the four months before Veronica Shepherd fell into his lap.

“Tell me something about you,” he said, turning the tables.




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