Free Cruising for Love (The Escape Series Book 2) by Ann Omasta Page B

mentioning random statistics, books he has read, and his opinion on everything from politics to organic food. He comes off as being incredibly stuffy and hoity-toity, and the few of his friends that are interviewed do nothing to sway that opinion.
    I suppose the producers wanted to show how opposite Tiffany and Paul are, but they ended up not showing either of them in a favorable light. They are both smiling at the screen and holding hands, so I guess maybe they are pleased with the show's outcome.
    The show breaks for a word from its sponsors, and I try to breathe deeply. I've become so nervous that I've been unknowingly holding my breath. The butterflies I had in my stomach before the wedding feel like they have turned into bats, fluttering their wings and trying to escape. I refuse to vomit, despite the cold sweat I have broken into.
    Cam turns my way briefly and notes the chill bumps that have arisen on my bare arms. He gallantly offers me his dinner jacket, which I politely decline. I am certain the rough fabric would feel like sandpaper on my sunburnt skin. Cam shrugs his shoulders and raises his brows as if to say, "I tried," before turning his attention back to Bellamy.
    The show resumes with Bellamy on the giant screen. Her long, red hair absolutely pops on camera, making her look stunning. I turn to catch her beaming at her likeness on the screen. Bellamy's friends and family talk about her mesmerizing beauty and how everyone in school wanted to be like her. It doesn't take long to confirm that she has been cast as the show's beautiful siren. The role suits her to a tee.
    When her part ends, Cam leans over to whisper something in her ear, which makes her preen. I watch her hand slide up his thigh, and I try not to get riled up. I wish they weren't being quite so obvious about their lust for each other. Cam was selected as my husband, not hers. Realizing that I have no right to be upset since I don't want Cam for myself, I decide to take the high road and ignore their public displays of affection.
    The screen captures my attention once more as Josh appears. His blond hair and blue eyes translate well to the giant motion picture. He looks like the consummate Mr. All-American-Apple-Pie-Sweet-Boy-Next-Door and his self-effacing, Southern charm only adds to the persona. His mother, basketball coach, and a former girlfriend all attest to his perfection before the show goes to another commercial break.
    My legs are bouncing nervously in the seat. Cam and I must be next. Are they saving the best for last? What role will I portray in the show? Will I become America's Sweetheart? Am I going to be an internet sensation? I hope I'm not shown as the klutz who doesn't fit in. When the insecurities start to creep in, I do my best to shut them down and think positively.
    I don't have too long to worry because the show starts back up. Breaking the format, they start with Cam this time, rather than the female as they had with the other couples. The blood is pounding in my ears, but I try to focus on watching Cam's debut. He looks rakishly handsome, as I'd known he would. He has clearly been cast as the magnetic ladies' man, and he fits the bill. A string of beautiful ladies from Cam's past all rave about his devilishly-handsome looks, impeccable style, and undeniable charisma.
    I wonder why Cam and Bellamy weren't put together as a couple. Did the producers intend for them to fall for each other, despite having other spouses? Is that part of the drama of the show?
    I'm about ready to bounce out of my chair as Cam's piece finishes. Since he has been portrayed as the stud muffin, perhaps I am the sexy seductress. Shaking my head, I decide Bellamy is already clearly filling the role of temptress.
    I don't have to remain curious about my role for too long. The first words out of my mouth when my turn finally comes and I appear on screen are, "Don't you know who I am?" I had said that when I had been trying to gain access to the ship