Chapter 7
Once they were seated on the patio with a view of the James River and its rapids falling off beyond the parking lot, Cam scooted his chair around their small, wrought iron table to move closer to Preston. He placed a hand on Preston’s arm, his touch warm through the thin blazer Preston had worn to ward off the evening chill. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week long,” he admitted.
His eyes reflected the last of the sun and the white lights strung up around the outside of the Bistro. They had the same golden glow as the river rocks, and seemed as inscrutable, too. Preston thought he could stare into Cam’s honey hued gaze all night and consider the date a success.
After a few moments, though, he realized Cam was saying something. A warm smile spread across that freckled f
