After their dinner on Monday, he’d regretted not asking for Ian’s number, but he’d managed to make it to the bakery on Tuesday afternoon. He’d hoped for a drink or something that evening, but it was New Year’s Eve, and Ian had family plans he didn’t feel comfortable canceling at such short notice. Instead he had suggested New Year’s Day brunch, and Cameron had eagerly accepted. The only places they stood a chance finding a table without a reservation made weeks before were Denny’s or IHOP. Neither of them were very romantic, but that would only help them stay undercover, so to speak. They’d agreed on Denny’s around 11:00 a.m. because IHOP had some awful reviews online that neither wanted to prove right. Cameron had arrived early, just to be sure they’d have a table. Right before eleven a tired-looking Ian walked in, and Cameron waved him over. He got a refill for his coffee, Ian got a new mug, and they were left to their own devices with a huge menu as the frazzled waitress hurried to the next table demanding her attention.
