Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“You were worried it was the cop, weren’t you?” Leah asked.
Cameron sighed. “I … I had my doubts.”
“What brings you back?” Cameron asked. “You left to save Frank, and now you’re back. Why?”
Cameron shrugged. “When I left, I was broke and didn’t have a plan. I didn’t have any belongings other than a backpack. Anyway, I worked from day to day, until I was finally able to save up enough money to rent a place, and then from there, I was able to buy a place. A little café. It was a small tourist town, and it was so sweet and beautiful. Like everything else, big business saw the dollar signs, came, and put me out of business. I had to sell everything, and then I moved back here.”
Cain looked at her, and he knew from the information Lewis had sent him, it was all true.
“Do you know Frank?” Cameron asked.
“Yes, we do.”
“He’s not in prison still, is he? I tried to do everything to get him out, but no one would listen to me.” She sighed. “It was useless.”
“It’s not useless now,” he said. “I got Frank out. Your cop friend met a tragic accident.”
He saw the hope in Cameron’s eyes finally light up. “He did?”
“Yes. He died several years ago.” There was no point in getting to the nitty-gritty details. She didn’t need to know how he died or why.
Cain would do it all over again. Frank was a good guy.
“Would you like to come inside?” Cameron asked.
“Yes,” Cain said, before Leah could potentially invite the woman back to his place. He still wanted to make sure this woman was good enough for Frank. Her apartment was small, but it would seem she had the best one in the place.
“Could you not find a better apartment building?” Cain asked.
“Damn it, Cain, don’t be rude,” Leah said.
Cameron laughed. “No, no, it is fine, and perfectly valid. There were other apartments I could have picked, but that would mean I wouldn’t be able to buy my shop.”
She moved toward the small table in the sitting room.
Cain saw there were several pictures of a building that looked like a café. He recognized the building. There were also several legal-looking documents as well.
“I didn’t lose everything. I knew when the right time to sell was. I had enough money to buy a place and take care of the internal revamp. It did mean that I had to take a shitty apartment, but I’ve never been afraid of a challenge.” Cameron smiled at the two of them.
“Is your café open?” Leah asked.
“Not yet. I’m having the grand opening Friday.” She looked so nervous. “Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about Frank. Is he okay? Did he have a family? A wife?”
He saw it was hard for her to ask that.
“Frank’s single,” Leah said.
“And he’s a chef,” Cain said.
Cameron smiled. “Yes, of course he would be. He always loved to cook and experiment. It was how we met. Our love of food.” She sighed.
Leah looked at him, and Cain nodded. He saw the sparkle in the woman’s eyes. There was no way that was going to change.
Cameron was still in love with Frank, and he had a feeling Frank was probably still in love with Cameron.
Chapter Eight
“You do realize I don’t have time for this,” Frank said.
Leah grabbed his hand and marched him down the city street. “I didn’t realize how difficult you could be.”
“Mr. Knox has given me a lot to do.”
“He has done nothing of the sort. He gave you time off, and you decided to come in on your day off. Now, you and I are going to this café, and we’re going to have a nice coffee and possibly a cinnamon bun!”
She thought Cain was a pain in the ass, but Frank was so damn stubborn. Cain had already told her the café had a successful opening. There was a line outside the door. It was her job to get Frank to the café, so Cain could then help with the introductions.
She couldn’t believe he was finally agreeing to help her.
Leah didn’t even know why she had insisted on doing this. Frank was a good guy, and he deserved to find all the love and happiness he wanted. She wasn’t even a romantic. She knew how shitty life could be.
Stepping into the café, she saw it was still busy, and this was a good thing. She had been in touch with Cameron, and they made the arrangements for her to finally meet Frank. She spotted Cain at one of the tables. He was already drinking a mug of coffee, and she saw their orders were there. Leah nudged Frank into the chair opposite Cain.
“Sir,” Frank said.
“Frank,” Cain said.
She didn’t know how the two of these men even became friends.
Frank sat down and reached for his coffee. “Coffee, black, no sugar?”