Cam closed the door behind him and stepped forward to peer around the front of his car. He exhaled heavily and gave Reid a look.
“I know you knew you were being followed,” he said. “Why didn’t you stop?”
“Why would I?” Reid asked, with an unamused chuckle.
Cam shook his head. “How’s Grady?” There was a devious glint in his eye that set off alarm bells in my head.
“She’s fine,” Reid said flatly.
“For the record,” Cam said, “I didn’t follow you all the way to Iowa. Grady would’ve known, if you didn’t pick up on it.”
Reid didn’t reply.
“How have you been?” Cam asked.
“Cut the s**t,” Reid said. “What the f**k do you want?”
It was glaringly obvious that he wasn’t interested in Cam’s beating around the bush.
“You don’t want to know how I’ve been?”
“f**k no, I don’t. What do you want
