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“I
thought you had a coffee date.”
    “He stood me up,” Cameron said flatly. “I
waited an hour.”
    “Jerk.”
    “Jerk,” Cameron echoed. “I’ll be there in
about fifteen minutes.”
    Rachel frowned at the boisterous wailing of a
horn. “Are you calling from your car?”
    “Uh-huh,” Cameron responded, “and I’m having
a hard time holding my mascara tube. I need my mouth. See ya in a
few.”
    Rachel shook her head as the connection
ended. Cameron was fearless. A little outrageous maybe, but
extremely courageous. Cameron embraced life with a vengeance, bound
and determined to enjoy every minute and she swore she would teach
Rachel a lesson in riskiness. Rachel smirked, secretly envying
Cameron’s bravery. Little did Cameron know she had her work cut out
for her.
    True to her word, Cameron blew in like the
wind several minutes later. Rachel heard the front door slam shut
then Cameron’s determined footsteps down the hallway. Rachel pushed
her hair behind her ears, shuffled the paper in front of her, and
sat up in her chair.
    “Rough morning?” Cameron tossed her sketch
pad on the desk.
    Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose.
“No.”
    “Then why are you stressed?”
    Rachel took a second before she answered.
Most women would kill for her stress at this particular moment.
“I’m not.”
    “Spill it, Rach.” Cameron flopped down in a
chair and propped her feet on Rachel’s desk. “Like my sandals?”
    Rachel nodded.
    “Prada,” Cameron confirmed. “Now, what’s
happened this morning?”
    “You wouldn’t believe what’s happened to me
in the last twenty four hours.”
    Without another word, Cameron lifted one leg
and with one toe, knocked the phone off the hook.
    Rachel frowned and reached to put the phone
back together. “What if a client calls?”
    Cameron chased Rachel’s hands from the phone
with one foot. “Cell phone. Now, I want details.”
    Rachel brushed her bangs off her forehead.
“It all started last night when Hawke kissed me after dinner.”
    “I saw the tape.”
    “What?!”
    Cameron shrugged. “That’s what you get for
playing kissy-face in front of the camera.”
    Rachel took a deep breath.
    “Keep going,” Cameron prompted.
    “That was just an innocent kiss. You didn’t
see the one inside the elevator.”
    “Were you naked?”
    “No! But, that kiss was incredible. I swear,
Cam, I couldn’t breathe and my knees turned to jelly.”
    “That good, huh?”
    “Yeah, but then I came to my senses.”
    “About what?”
    “Look, the man is a major rock star. His
moves are probably published in a handbook somewhere.”
    “Maybe, maybe not.”
    “Anyway, I wrote that one off as a show off.
And then we met with Monica today.”
    “And how was that?”
    “It started out horrible, but then things got
interesting.”
    “Interesting how?”
    Rachel explained Monica’s reluctance to
approve Hawke’s application. “So, Hawke kissed me again, right in
front of Monica.”
    “Was it another innocent kiss?”
    “That kiss was anything but innocent.”
    “I’m sure that proved your point.”
    “That’s another thing. How professional does
it look for me to have my client’s tongue crammed in my mouth?”
    Cameron burst into a hysterical fit of
giggles. When she thought Cameron was finished, Rachel continued.
“That’s not all.”
    “There’s more?”
    “Yes, there’s more. And all thanks to you. If
I’d just let you go to the concert alone, I wouldn’t be in this
mess.”
    “Rachel, you’re the only one I know who would
even consider your situation a mess.”
    “Cameron!”
    “Okay, relax. Now tell me what else.”
    “Hawke asked me to go to Sacramento and I
said no.”
    Cameron sat deathly still. Not one blonde
curl bounced. Not one long eyelash blinked.
    Rachel reached across the desk and shoved her
in the shoulder. “Say something!”
    “I’m trying to find the words.”
    Rachel groaned and cradled her head in her
hands, desperately trying to keep