Unc had taught him well. If painting didn’t work out, there was a future for him in grilling. Hopefully, Jo would agree. He’d called her a few minutes ago on the intercom and gotten no answer. As much as he dreaded it, he would have to go to her room and wake her up. He still needed a cold shower after seeing those stripper shorts she’d worn earlier. He pleaded with the patron saint of erections that she had changed clothes. He wasn’t sure how much more he could “down boy” his cock before things got embarrassing. How many times had he entered her bedroom without a thought? Now he’d rather perform a root canal on himself than open this door. He knocked¸ leaving his hand on the doorknob while he waited. No answer. Well, damn. Cam opened the door a centimeter at a time and padded across the huge area rug. Jo’s suite included an elegant sitting room, decorated in clean, modern lines with the cool colors she favored.
