“You’re Allie, right?” Cameron Baker asks when he approaches me at the table.
Although Cameron is Fisher’s best friend, we’ve never officially met. Mostly because I usually only hang with Fisher after we’re both off shift for a night. He comes into the hospital for some accident or case he’s working, then we grab a drink at quitting time. We’ve been to the gym together a couple times but we’re not gym buddies. But I’ve heard enough stories about Cameron to know he’s not the guy for me.
“That’s me.”
He sits in the chair next to me, snatching a deviled egg from the food that’s sitting out. “I’m Cam, Fisher’s best friend.” He swallows the egg in only two bites.
“I know who you are.” I move the pasta salad around my plate with a fork.
“Does my reputation precede me?”
I raise both eyebrow
