Outside the Lines(4)

I text her: Let’s do Batman and Superman instead. You get first pick.

She replies with: You mean Catwoman and Wonder Woman, right?

I shake my head as I bite into my turkey sandwich. No, femme versions of the guys.

She takes a minute to reply, and I know she’s considering it. Finally she agrees, and we plan to come up with costume ideas while I’m in town for the weekend.

“Hey, Felicity,” Cameron says.

I turn and smile. “Hey,” I say once I finish chewing. “What’s up, boss man?”

Cameron waves his hand in the air. “Nothing, nothing. How are you? Your hair looks super cute today.”

I raise an eyebrow and set my sandwich down. My hair is in a messy French braid. “What do you want?”

He never compliments my hair. Just yesterday he was bitching about my split ends and lack of volume. Cameron walks through the break room and sits on the edge of the table across from me. He’s dressed like he walked off a Ralph Lauren photoshoot for business casual wear, and smells like one of those fold-over cologne pages from a magazine. He’s always so put together.

“Well, as you know, Marissa is due soon.”

“Doesn’t she have like a month left?”

“Three weeks,” he says and puts a hand on the table leaning in toward me. “But she had an appointment today and it’s looking like she’s going to have to go on bedrest until she pops out that baby. Blood pressure issues or whatever. So, she’s done at the end of the week until she comes back from maternity leave. Which leads me to asking … can you do me a favor?”

I hike an eyebrow. “Does it require a substantial amount of time or energy?”

“Not at all.”

“Then maybe. Tell me what it is before I agree to anything.”

“She’s has a customer service appointment scheduled for next week. Can you go instead? The office is just across town. I’ll even buy you lunch that day.”

I purse my lips together. Customer service? Face to face? Helping people with computer problems common sense could figure out. Yuck. “Aren’t I a little overqualified for this?” I ask. Hell, I’m overqualified for my job of designing sites, but this job pays well and offers twice the benefits as my old one.

Cameron narrows his eyes. “Do you want those free passes and day off for Comic Con?”

“You’re evil.”

“Not quite as evil as pairing that shirt with those pants.”

“Hey!” I say and look down at the blue dress pants I’m wearing. My shirt is blue too. “It matches.”

“No, it doesn’t. At all.” He laughs and shakes his head, going back to boss mode. “Seriously though, Lissy. It would save me so much trouble if you could do this. I know you’re ahead on the garden site and don’t have another client lined up until the middle of next week. I have a temp coming in for her, but not until next Monday. Please do this for me.” He put his hands together. “Please, Lissy!”

“Fine. But just the one?”

“It should be just the one.”

“Why don’t I like the sound of that?”

“Because I can’t be sure there won’t be calls that need coverage until the temp gets in.”

I huff and take a bite of my food. “It’s fine. I can handle it. But you know how I feel about having to talk to people. And lunch better be good.”

Cameron laughs, the smile pulling up his full lips. He’s a good-looking man and he knows it. “You’re so easy to bribe when it comes to food.”

I shrug. “Yeah, I do like to eat.”

He raises an eyebrow. “It’s not fair you eat like shit and never gain weight. I take one bite of a muffin and it’s on my hips the next day.” He smacks his own ass.

I run my eyes over him. “You look pretty damn good yourself.”

“Only because I work my ass off in the gym. You wouldn’t be saying that three years ago before I met Adam. He’s whipped my butt into shape in more ways than one.”

I let out a snort of laugher. “Maybe I’ll have him be my personal trainer. Someday.”

Cameron crosses his arms. “Let’s be honest. You don’t work out. Remember how running club went for you?”

I make a face and sigh. The only running I did was run late for club. Everyone was gone by the time I got there, which worked out fine since the donut store across the street opened only a half hour later. I wanted to get in shape in case of an apocalypse, but let’s be real: no one really likes jogging. It’s a lie they tell themselves and other people.

“Just enjoy that fast metabolism while you can, honey.”