Serendipity // Camren

Chapter 60

When Camila awoke early the next morning, feeling much better about everything after a night spent wrapped in the arms of her lover, she frowned when she realized that she was alone in bed. Curious as to where her fiancée had disappeared to at six o'clock in the morning, she pulled on a pair of yoga pants and the USC sweatshirt that she'd effectively stolen from Lauren and claimed as her own, and made her way downstairs.

The sound of a strangely familiar yet simultaneously unrecognizable voice talking with Lauren greeted her as she rounded the landing and her brow furrowed as she tried – and failed – to place it. It was familiar, yet not, and she hurried down the remaining stairs to see whom it belonged to. Her eyes immediately looked to the kitchen as she reached the bottom step – that was where everybody tended to congregate, after all – but the kitchen was empty and she sighed as she turned toward Lauren's office, where she found the woman sitting on top of her desk and speaking to two people who were sitting in the leather chairs that faced it.

Lauren looked up from her conversation as she caught sight of Camila at the bottom of the stairs, and she smiled warmly at the brunette as she waved her over. "In here, Camz."

"I see that," Camila said, smiling as she made her way toward the office. "I was wondering where you'd disappeared to."

"Sorry," Lauren apologized softly as she wrapped an arm around Camila's shoulders and dropped a quick kiss to her forehead. "Jack, Meredith, and I were just going over some things," she explained. "Guys, this is Camila... obviously. Camila, this is Jack and Meredith."

"So nice to finally meet you," Meredith spoke first. Camila smiled politely at Lauren's manager and couldn't help but wish that she'd at least combed her hair before coming downstairs. Meredith was, quite frankly, gorgeous. She was young, Camila's best guess put her somewhere in her early thirties, and with her khaki golf shorts, Nike running shoes, polo shirt, and her long brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, the manager exuded a sense of confidence that Camila couldn't help but respect.

"Hey, Camila," Jack greeted her, and Camila was surprised to see that he was a little person. He was also young; he looked like he was in his mid-twenties, somewhere close to hers and Lauren's age, very good-looking, with a strong jaw, a gorgeous pair of smiling blue eyes, a head full of messy blond hair styled into a look of organized chaos, cargo shorts, and a blue polo shirt that perfectly matched his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you both," Camila greeted them as she allowed Lauren to pull her back onto the desk beside the raven-haired woman. "So, what's going on?"

"I asked them to come up with some security options for today," Lauren answered softly.

While she was glad that Lauren was taking the idea of hiring personal security seriously, Camila couldn't help but be offended that Lauren hadn't asked for her input in the matter. "I see."

Sensing Camila's displeasure, not that it was terribly difficult, it was rolling off the brunette in waves, Lauren sighed. "I was going to wake you once we had come to some sort of a consensus on what was needed. You didn't sleep very well last night, baby, you were tossing and turning all night and I figured I'd let you sleep as long as possible. So, just... don't go diva on me for this. Okay?"

Lauren's eyes were open and honest and pleading, and Camila felt her momentary flash of anger wane. "Okay," she whispered. "Sorry."

"For the record," Jack spoke up, "I did ask about where you were and why she was doing this on her own."

"Kiss-ass," Lauren muttered, smiling as she pressed another kiss to Camila's temple.

"Yeah, suck up," Meredith chuckled, smacking Jack on the arm.