Page 2 of Twelve Days of Christmas (Sixty Five Hours #1.5)

ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS…

Cameron has a meeting with Bree from Accounts, so getting his second gift on his desk is easy.

I remembered how he’d told me of a book he’d read as a boy; he told me how it struck a chord with him; how he’d loved it, and how he’d read it over and over, until it fell apart.

The Little Prince by Antione de Saint-Exupery.

It turns out it’s a popular book. But tracking down a first edition was a bitch. It just so happens I’m talking on the phone with a client when he opens it. But watching his face through the glass walls when he sees what it is is priceless.

Shock. Awe. Disbelief. Love.

So much fucking love.

I clear my throat and ask the person on the phone – whose name has completely slipped my mind – if they’d be so kind as to hold on a sec. I cover the receiver with my hand at my chest. I swear there aren’t two walls of glass between us. There isn’t an office buzzing with staff, phones, voices…

Just Cameron. And me.

He stares at me, and I can see him swallow. Then he mouths, “Thank you.”

I smile at him, tip my imaginary hat and mouth back to him, “You’re welcome.”