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the other customer.
    "Just hand me that little notebook we were talking about," he said before she could go anywhere.
    She reluctantly reached into her apron and pulled out a tiny little spiral bound notepad , placing it on the bar in front of him before taking off.
    Cam looked over at Hannah and Jason with a self-satisfied expression as if he had won the bet.
    "You said you'd leave here with a date. That was the bet."
    "She wants my number," Cam said, holding up the notepad.
    "That doesn't count," Jason said. "She probably takes ten numbers a night. It means nothing."
    "She doesn't take ten numbers a night," Cam said, annoyed. "You heard her say she doesn't date customers."
    "You hardly got a date, dog. The notebook means nothing. You owe me a grand."
    "The night's not over yet."
    "Close enough."
    "Are you giving her your real number?" Hannah asked.
    Cam glanced at her with a question in his expression. "Why wouldn’t I?"
    "I don't know, maybe because you're lying to her about who you are ?"
    He thought about that for a second. "My voicemail doesn't say my name," he said, shrugging.
    Hannah could see why Cam would want to remain anonymous, but she couldn't help but be concerned that things were getting started with a lie. She thought about offering her opinion, but decided against it. Cam was a big boy who knew the risk involved.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Cam left without a date that night. Jason didn't mention the bet, but Cam made a mental note to have Neil write him a check. He really wanted to stay around until Jax left, but he knew she wouldn't react well to being pushed. All he could do was hope he'd done enough and wait for her to take the notebook out of her apron and dial the dadgum phone number he wrote down.
    About halfway through the next week, Cam started to feel a little doubtful that she'd call. He was extremely busy, but somehow made time to think about Jax. He was relatively sure he could recall exactly what she looked like, but wished he had the foresight to snap a photo of her when he'd seen her last weekend.
    Honestly, he didn't even think about taking a picture of her because he was almost certain she would call. The fact that she hadn't drove him crazy. Rejection was definitely harder now that he'd gotten so used to avoiding it. The thought of seeing her again made him think crazy thoughts. He actually considered trying to get in touch with her during the week, but knew he'd have to come out and say who he was to make that happen. He decided to play it cool and wait for the next weekend when he knew she'd be working again.
    By the time Friday night rolled around, Cam was officially confused by the rejection. He told himself not to worry about it. But it wasn't just that he was spoiled and used to never being denied anything; it was because he wanted Jax so badly. He wanted her badly enough that he made a deal with himself. If she didn't go for his alias this weekend, he'd come out and tell her who he was. She'd certainly give Cam Bishop a chance.
    Macy knocked on his door at 6PM that Friday night, carrying her bag of tricks. She went right to work applying the beard and superfluous hairs. It was a process he was getting used to. The most comfortable place for them to work was with him lying on the couch while she sat and set up her things on the coffee table.
    "Are you going somewhere special?" she asked.
    "Naa," he said, trying not to move. He didn't share too many details even though he liked Macy and knew she was a real professional when it came to his personal privacy.
    She pulled back and took a good look at him to inspect the progress—something she did several times during the whole process. He was used to her checking it out, but what came out of her mouth when she looked at it gave him a start.
    "I think we should try it a little darker. "
    Cam sat bolt upright, causing her to regard him with wide eyes. He hadn't thought about telling her to make it exactly the same. He just assumed she would.