“So? Everybody does something that’s against the law.”
“Not everyone gets caught,” Cam replied.
Laurie looked around the bar. No one seemed to be paying attention to her. “Listen,” she said as she leaned forward, “There’s a party tonight. Will you come with me? The guys will be celebrating all that nice stuff we got today.”
Cam looked at her, a wary look on her face. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Oh, come on. You’ll enjoy it. Please?”
Cam shook her head. “I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t worry. Preston can’t do anything to you.”
“I’m not worried about Preston,” Cam said. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“Really? You look a lot younger.”
“Really. Want to see my ID? I have to be older than twenty-one or I couldn’t work here.”
“No, no. I’ll believe you.” Cam smiled. I’ll still doubt it, though. “Do you know how old I am?”
“Thirty?” Laurie guessed.
“Older than that,” Cam said.
“Thirty-five?”