“I want a home of my own someday.” June’s tone turned wistful. “With a yard and a dog.”
“You can have a dog in an apartment,” he pointed out.
“I know, but I’d like my dog to have a yard. And an owner who doesn’t travel so much for work.”
“I thought you liked your job.”
“I do. Very much. Though I haven’t been with the company long. Not even two years.” She’d been newly unemployed when she’d first met Cameron’s grandmother at a Women’s Empowerment seminar. “I was downsized out of a similar position for three months before I found this one. Longest three months of my life.”
“You seem like someone who makes things happen.”
She knew Cameron meant the words as a compliment, but all they did was remind her how ineffective she’d been in finding Aubrey’s killer.
Cameron pulled the car to a stop in front of her apartment complex, but made no move to get out.
“My grandparents are having a party at their penthouse the Saturday after next.” Cameron offered an enticing smile. “The family and lots of friends will be there. If your mother doesn’t need you that night, I’d love to have you come with me.”
Lots of friends will be there.Which would mean she might have access to Anson. There hadn’t been an opportunity to interview him yet. Anson, she’d already determined, was going to be a difficult man to approach.
Though only twenty-six, Anson was positioning himself for a political bid, and his wild, partying days were far in the past. If he and Cameron’s sister were an item, which was still uncertain, that made the chance of June successfully approaching him as a single woman even more unlikely.
“I’d love to come,” she began and saw the smile bloom on Cameron’s lips. “But first, we need to talk. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Confusion furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand.”
She kept her tone even as she kept her gaze firmly focused on his face. “Does the name Sylvester Allen ring any bells?”