Rachel
Uncle James slowly rose. Even after twenty-one years, I’d been knowing this man, he still had this effect on me. I meant, just look at him! Very tall. Uncle James stood at six-foot-three. Muscular. Dark pristine hair. Astonishing blue eyes just like his son. He smiled, and I swore I could have fainted from it. Seriously, was this man truly sixty-two?
“Rachel,” he stated my name.
“Uncle James,” I did the same thing again.
“Haven’t seen you for a while.”
“I’m pretty busy.”
“Oh, yeah, Cameron told me you’re doing your final project now.”
“I certainly am.”
“And my son is your object now,” he added. I nodded. “Well, I hope he doesn’t cause any trouble.” Oh, a lot, sir. A f*****g lot.
I only smiled and turned to Cameron. His face was impassive as he stared at me. What? I turned t
