“About what? Drugs? Being twenty? I’ve already been twenty. It wasn’t a lot of fun.”
“You never know. You could get into a drug family.”
“As what? The Mother? I doubt the things I want to learn were in that bar.” She looked Michael directly in her eyes. “What I want to learn I’d have to find closer to home.” Cam flicked her eyebrow suggestively.
“Am I going to have to conduct another class tonight?”
“You might.”
“Then come out to the kitchen and I’ll teach you how to cook dinner.”
Cam’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling as she let out a disgusted sigh. “That’s not what I want to study,” she exclaimed. “The kitchen is of no use to me. If I need something to eat there are many, many people out there that cook much better than I ever will.”
“Can you pay for a meal without cash?”
“I bet I could.”
“Let’s see what the payment would be like. Then I’ll decide how much I’ll cook.”
She grabbed Cam’s hand and pulled her to her feet, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.