Page 49 of Flirting with Forever

“What? No. Me?”

“You’re posing for him, don’t lie.”

“I-I—”

“Tell me,” Jeanne said, “that breast was not exposed.”

Cam bit back a smile. “I, uh, can’t actually.”

Jeanne whooped so loud, Cam had to pull the phone from her ear.

“You didn’t!” she screamed.

“I did! I did!”

“Verbal high five! So how did he get you to do it?”

“What?”

“The breast. What was the secret? Magic? Hypnosis? Some sort of Restoration era date-rape drug?”

Cam considered her answer.

“Oh God,” Jeanne said. “He didn’t actually drug you, did he?”

“Well, no, it wasn’t like that.”

“What was it like?”

Cam shifted. “Well, he did offer me a glass of wine.”

“We’re going to have to file charges. I hope you kept the glass.”

Cam laughed. “It was pretty strong wine.”

“The rogue. And then I suppose he made some sort of offhand comment like ‘So how do you want to pose?’ And the next thing you knew you were clawing your gown open. I mean, what’s a girl to do?”

“Wow, it’s like you were there.”

“Cam.”

Cam looked at her bare toes, smiling. “I don’t know. You’d have to meet him. I just wanted to do it.”

“Well, I guess that’s better than ‘He saved me from genital herpes,’ which is how you hooked up with Jacket.”

“I didn’t ‘hook up’ with Peter,” Cam said, “or Jacket, for that matter. My God, I’m practically a journalist. I was just doing, uh, a little first-person research.”

“On Van Dyck.”

Cam felt her ears redden. “Ha-ha. So how do we get me back?”

“Maybe you should ask Peter. He clearly knew how to get you front.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Thank you. Well, it seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“Really?”