Chapter 3
"Hey, Mr. uhh…"
"Carter, Christopher Carter,"
"Hey, Christopher, remember our conversation on the plane? I really need some help with my boy problems and I was wondering if you could help me out. You see, could you pose as my boyfriend? Because that boy I was telling you about, he going to be here. I just have that gut feeling. And when he sees…"
"That you are dating another boy he will be jealous? Oldest trick in the book. Look, I don't know much about this boyfriend of yours but he sounds pretty well connected. I don't want to cause any troubles between you guys."
"Oh, well that's okay… I guess I'll just have to ask someone else."
Cammie going out with another guy? I didn't really care much for Jimmy. One doofus was enough thank you very much. "On second thought, you seem like a really nice girl, I'll help you out. You don't know these Londoners like I do."
"Oh, great, here is my number." Cammie wrote something on my hand.
Mr. Solomon appeared from behind the plane carrying the luggage. Bex and her parents followed behind him. "Thank you very much Mr. Carter. I think you have done your job and can go home now," he said rather coldly.
"Call me," Cammie calls out waving her hand goodbye.
I look down at the number that she scrawled on my hand and the noticed a small slip of white paper sticking out from my pant pocket. Leave Ms. Morgan alone.
There was no signature, no name, no identifying mark. I was only hoping this was sent from Solomon as a fatherly warning, but I doubted it.
I called her, my hand only wavering for a moment whether or not this was actually a good idea. Then that moment of weakness passed and I dialed the number.
"Hello," Cammie's cheerful voice rings out from the other line.
"Hi Cammie, it's Chris. Remember the pilot that flew you here today?"
There was a pause. Most likely Cammie signaling to Bex to secretly tap the phone line so she could listen in to.
"Wow, I never thought you'd call. So you really don't have to go through a lot of trouble or anything. Nothing fancy. Just a dinner date where we will appear to have an intimate conversation as if you were my boyfriend." Well the second part sounded pretty good.
"Where do you want to go? I know London pretty well since I fly to here a lot."
"Uhh…" I guessed that her plans weren't this far reaching in the future. How on earth did she pass Solomon's last think before you act pop quiz. "I'm staying in Kensington Square, do you know any good restaurants around there?"
"What are you in the mood for? There is Giraffe which is world cuisine."
"That sounds great." Cammie said quickly. Mr. Solomon must have been coming her way. "Look I have to go now so…"
"Are you sure this is okay with your chaperone and all? I don't want you to sneak out or anything." I could just imagine Cammie's expression as she went through her usual I'm a spy but I can't tell anyone so now I am freaking out.
"Don't worry. It is totally cool with Mr. Solomon." It was a lie if I ever heard one.
"All right. I will pick you up at seven. Where are you staying again?"
"Could we just meet at the restaurant at seven. I really have to go now. Bye."
The line clicked. I hated to be the responsible good kid but if it involved Cammie… back up would always come in handy. Mr. Solomon was no force to take for granted.