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different skillets cooking on the stove, and apparently all of them needed to be stirred at
once.
Looks like you ve got your hands full, Brian said. Anything I can do to help?
Cameron shot him a surprised look, then pointed at a cutting board on the counter.
You can finish cutting up those carrots and onions. They need to go in the pot pronto.
You need em fine or coarse?
Anything, as long as it s quick. The meat s getting overcooked.
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No problem. He stepped over to the counter, grabbed a chef s knife and started
chopping. The onions made his eyes sting and water, but he barreled through until he
had a nice, big pile of veggies. Is this enough?
Cameron eyeballed it and nodded. Perfect. Bring it over.
Brian scraped the carrots and onions into the pot, then leaned over to take a whiff. It
smelled great, but Cameron s cooking always did. Good thing they had that home gym,
or Cam and his dad would probably weigh three-hundred pounds each by now.
Thanks. Cameron put down the wooden spoon he d been using to stir the meat
and wiped his hands on his red and white striped apron. Where d you learn your knife
skills? Every time I ask your dad to help, he nearly slices off a finger.
I ve been helping Mom out in the kitchen for a while. My stepdad s not much of a
cook either. As if he needed to be reminded. Anything else you want me to do?
I think I ve got it all under control, but if you wouldn t mind setting the table, that
would be great. And Brian& he added with a smile, thanks for your help today, here
and at the bar. You really went above and beyond.
Wow. Talk about opposite day. The first time he d ever offered to help, and the first
time Cameron had ever thanked him. Seemed as if the whole world had flipped on its
ear lately. Maybe he should go check to make sure the sky hadn t turned green.
He wanted to say thanks too, but his throat was all clogged from the onions. So
he grabbed plates, bowls and silverware and took them into the dining room. No
sooner had he finished setting the table when he heard the front door open. His dad
trudged in, tossed his coat and briefcase on the couch, and continued on into the
kitchen.
A soft murmur of voices floated forth, then faded. Brian took a quick peek around
the corner. Cameron and his dad stood in front of the stove with their arms around each
other, foreheads pressed together. So peaceful and calm, it looked almost as if they were
praying. Brian had never seen such a simple, beautiful display of contentment before.
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His parents had never acted like this. Neither had his mom and Richard. Or him and
Kit.
And suddenly, he understood. He got it. He knew why his father had been willing
to move to another country. The kind of love he had with Cameron didn t come along
every day. The fact it had survived five years was a miracle. What kind of fucking jerk
was he to begrudge his dad happiness just because he d never had it himself?
Knees wobbling, Brian yanked a chair out from the table and sank down on it about
three seconds before his father poked his head out the kitchen doorway. Oh, there you
are. Cam just gave me a glowing review of your job performance today. What made
you change your mind? I thought you didn t want to work at the Icon after all.
Brian shrugged. I ve got plenty of time to kill, and no gigs to fill it up with. Might
as well keep busy at the bar until I can start auditioning again.
Hold that thought. I ve got some good news.
He ended up holding it until dinner was ready a little while later. Cameron had
made stew, thick and hearty, with big, tender chunks of beef and lots of veggies. Brian
got a tiny twinge of pride at the thought he d helped add some flavor to it. There was
applesauce too homemade, with fresh cinnamon sprinkled on top and skillet
cornbread served with real butter.
They all dug in like starving lumberjacks. Brian inhaled a whole bowl and helped
himself to another, then decided to give the cornbread a try. It was good, if a bit coarse
and chewy. He d chugged down a whole glass of water by the time he finished his
small piece.
At last his father sat back and smiled. Martin called this afternoon. Kit s lawyer
says he s willing to drop the assault charges against you, if you ll do the same.
So apparently this was the good news. Not all that surprising Kit couldn t leave
New York with those charges hanging over his head. Clive and Stewart were probably
pressuring him to resolve things so they could take off for LA. Well, fine. If Kit was
getting a reward for ending this clusterfuck, why shouldn t he?
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Okay. He set down his spoon. I d be happy to drop the charges. When Kit gives
me my songs back.
Just your songs? What about everything else? Or don t you care about your clothes
and instruments anymore? Oh God. Moment of truth. Brian s stomach clenched. Then
Trevor s gaze locked on his, and that was all it took. Oh don t tell me you went and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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different skillets cooking on the stove, and apparently all of them needed to be stirred at
once.
Looks like you ve got your hands full, Brian said. Anything I can do to help?
Cameron shot him a surprised look, then pointed at a cutting board on the counter.
You can finish cutting up those carrots and onions. They need to go in the pot pronto.
You need em fine or coarse?
Anything, as long as it s quick. The meat s getting overcooked.
68
A Fool for You
No problem. He stepped over to the counter, grabbed a chef s knife and started
chopping. The onions made his eyes sting and water, but he barreled through until he
had a nice, big pile of veggies. Is this enough?
Cameron eyeballed it and nodded. Perfect. Bring it over.
Brian scraped the carrots and onions into the pot, then leaned over to take a whiff. It
smelled great, but Cameron s cooking always did. Good thing they had that home gym,
or Cam and his dad would probably weigh three-hundred pounds each by now.
Thanks. Cameron put down the wooden spoon he d been using to stir the meat
and wiped his hands on his red and white striped apron. Where d you learn your knife
skills? Every time I ask your dad to help, he nearly slices off a finger.
I ve been helping Mom out in the kitchen for a while. My stepdad s not much of a
cook either. As if he needed to be reminded. Anything else you want me to do?
I think I ve got it all under control, but if you wouldn t mind setting the table, that
would be great. And Brian& he added with a smile, thanks for your help today, here
and at the bar. You really went above and beyond.
Wow. Talk about opposite day. The first time he d ever offered to help, and the first
time Cameron had ever thanked him. Seemed as if the whole world had flipped on its
ear lately. Maybe he should go check to make sure the sky hadn t turned green.
He wanted to say thanks too, but his throat was all clogged from the onions. So
he grabbed plates, bowls and silverware and took them into the dining room. No
sooner had he finished setting the table when he heard the front door open. His dad
trudged in, tossed his coat and briefcase on the couch, and continued on into the
kitchen.
A soft murmur of voices floated forth, then faded. Brian took a quick peek around
the corner. Cameron and his dad stood in front of the stove with their arms around each
other, foreheads pressed together. So peaceful and calm, it looked almost as if they were
praying. Brian had never seen such a simple, beautiful display of contentment before.
69
Cat Grant
His parents had never acted like this. Neither had his mom and Richard. Or him and
Kit.
And suddenly, he understood. He got it. He knew why his father had been willing
to move to another country. The kind of love he had with Cameron didn t come along
every day. The fact it had survived five years was a miracle. What kind of fucking jerk
was he to begrudge his dad happiness just because he d never had it himself?
Knees wobbling, Brian yanked a chair out from the table and sank down on it about
three seconds before his father poked his head out the kitchen doorway. Oh, there you
are. Cam just gave me a glowing review of your job performance today. What made
you change your mind? I thought you didn t want to work at the Icon after all.
Brian shrugged. I ve got plenty of time to kill, and no gigs to fill it up with. Might
as well keep busy at the bar until I can start auditioning again.
Hold that thought. I ve got some good news.
He ended up holding it until dinner was ready a little while later. Cameron had
made stew, thick and hearty, with big, tender chunks of beef and lots of veggies. Brian
got a tiny twinge of pride at the thought he d helped add some flavor to it. There was
applesauce too homemade, with fresh cinnamon sprinkled on top and skillet
cornbread served with real butter.
They all dug in like starving lumberjacks. Brian inhaled a whole bowl and helped
himself to another, then decided to give the cornbread a try. It was good, if a bit coarse
and chewy. He d chugged down a whole glass of water by the time he finished his
small piece.
At last his father sat back and smiled. Martin called this afternoon. Kit s lawyer
says he s willing to drop the assault charges against you, if you ll do the same.
So apparently this was the good news. Not all that surprising Kit couldn t leave
New York with those charges hanging over his head. Clive and Stewart were probably
pressuring him to resolve things so they could take off for LA. Well, fine. If Kit was
getting a reward for ending this clusterfuck, why shouldn t he?
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Okay. He set down his spoon. I d be happy to drop the charges. When Kit gives
me my songs back.
Just your songs? What about everything else? Or don t you care about your clothes
and instruments anymore? Oh God. Moment of truth. Brian s stomach clenched. Then
Trevor s gaze locked on his, and that was all it took. Oh don t tell me you went and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]