52. Cam
CHAPTER 52
CAM
W hen we finally wrap up and go inside, there’s a sweet smell in the house. I find the source in a basket on the kitchen counter, and carry it into our home office, where our editor is working on footage we shot yesterday. “Trish, where did these muffins come from?”
“Oh, Stella dropped those off for you.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling fills my chest. “Stella was here? Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you while you were filming.”
Balancing the basket against me with one arm, I unwrap a muffin and take a bite. It tastes like it was baked with love.
“Want one?” I hold them out to Trish, but she shakes her head.
Wyatt finds us, grins when he hears what’s going on, and plucks a muffin from the basket. “We should go over later and thank her.”
“Definitely.” I take another bite, finishing off my first muffin, while Wyatt hands the camera off to Trish. As soon as I swallow, I gesture to it. “Trish, there’s some over-the-top stuff on there. I was just goofing around at one point. You’ll know it when you see it.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Just ignore it. You know what type of stuff to include or not include. Definitely don’t put anything that goes too far. Especially now that we’re planning to transition our focus.”
“Of course. Got it.” She nods again once, but then looks at her watch. “Actually, I need to get going, but I can finish this from home and get it posted.”
“Can you? That’d be great. We’ve been slacking lately.”
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ve got you.”
“You’re the best, Trish. Sure you don’t want a muffin? They’re really good.”
“I guess I’ll have one,” she says, giving me a smile. “Thanks.”