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table drawers, he soon realized that he had left the kitchen just a bit too hastily. He had to go back in there to get a pad and paper. He looked like an idiot. He had no phone, no iPad, and instead he was forced to work with the most rudimentary methods of note making. He snuck back into the kitchen, afraid of disrupting her chain of thought.

    “Did you have something you wanted to run by me?” She glanced up at him, completely serious.

    “What if we meet in an hour? We’ll go over the groceries first. Do you want to order take out and then go grocery shopping, or do you want to get groceries while picking up take out?” He tried to act like that was the reason he was in there, but as he opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out a pad and pen from the drawer in the island, she smirked.

    “Well, genius, in an hour, let’s go out for a working lunch and then pick up groceries on the way back here.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him playfully.

    Frozen for a moment, completely lost in her eyes, he struggled to regain his composure and head out of the room while she looked on slightly confused. “So, I’ll just go now. And I’ll just see you in an hour.” He backed out of the room.

    There was something about a kitchen that always made Cammie feel so calm, so in control, so at home. Adam’s kitchen here in the Hamptons was no different. In fact, it might have been even better, since it was so well equipped. She could make pretty much anything she wanted. Oh, and given the guest list she was anticipating, she wanted to make practically everything.

    After careful thought, she envisioned a nice candlelight event. There were some questions about the music, but she was leaning toward quiet music playing over the sound system instead of a live group. There would be a heavy buffet to go along with the cocktails. She was picturing a lot of seasonal drinks…egg nog, wassail, and mulled cider. There would be a two carving stations for ham and prime rib. This could be the party of the season…the party to start it all.

    There were so many ideas competing in her head. Would the hour never be up? Would she never get to share these ideas with Adam? She smirked at the idea that she was actually excited to talk to Adam. Venturing into the great room, she saw him instantly, sleeping in the chair. Her initial reaction was pretty Camstandard. That’s what her family would call it. Yes, around the house there was the Camstandard and Cinnystyle. Her sister had a way, flair, while Cammie was simply predictable.

    When she saw Adam sleeping, first her thought was that once again she was reminded that he couldn’t be trusted. He couldn’t even be left unattended or she would return to find no work had been accomplished. Then there was that moment of guilt as she walked closer and realized that he had scribbled notes and more notes. There were pages and pages of concepts and ideas. No wonder he was worn out. That, and the fact that he had been up early to ensure she had breakfast and coffee.

    With a sigh she backed away. The very least she could do would be to make sure he had food when he woke up. They had passed a grocery store and a market on the way in the night before. She would simply retrace her drive and go there. It wouldn’t take long. She could whip up something amazing in no time and he would realize that his efforts to promote her would not be in vain. She was talented. She was capable. She was totally worth it.

    When Adam woke, startled by the ringing of the phone, he realized as he rushed into the kitchen that Cammie wasn’t there. How long had he been asleep? Had she given up and run off on him. He picked up the phone distractedly, hoping that somehow it might be her.

    “Hello?” He asked both confused and concerned.

    “Adam, it’s Haley…” She began seriously.

    “I’l l have to call you back.” Without even thinking, he hung up the phone. He could see that her vehicle was gone, but the