"Why me?" I blurted out, then closed my eyes briefly. "Okay. Don't answer that."

The food arrived just then—a thank God—and the conversation was deterred... for about two minutes.

"I'm going to answer that question," Cam said, peering at me through his lashes.

I wanted to face-plant into my stuffed chicken. "You don't have to."

"No, I think I do."