Camera Shy （Lessons in Love, #1）
Kay Cove
Note to Readers
Camera Shy is a very special story to me. This book helped free me from a writing slump. Yes, it is a romance story and I hope you enjoy all the spice, but I hope you also find a story about demanding respect, kindness, and loyalty from all the relationships in your life—romantic, friendship, and family.
I think too often we tolerate bad behavior from those closest to us because of that age-old saying: you hurt the ones you love.
It’s time to change that narrative.
Don’t let the insecurities, fears, and toxicity that others are battling seep into your life and rattle your self-worth. If the people you love are hurting you, cut the dead weight. Let’s champion and support the relationships that mean most to us, instead of trampling all over them out of jealousy and carelessness.
For every single woman in the world who is suffering from self-doubt, and painful insecurities, I hope the message you’ll take from this story is that: You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are already a queen and deserve to be treated thusly. As Finn will say in this story ahead, you should be earned every day of your life.
So, put down this book for a moment and go compliment a friend who treats you well; tell them they are amazing. Go hug your significant other and tell them how much you treasure their love. Get in front of the mirror, then tell yourself how lucky you are to be you because you’re beautifully unique and should be celebrated just the way you are.
Then, pick this book back up and enjoy the sassy, sexy journey to Avery and Finn’s HEA!
Happy Reading!!!
?Kay
This one is for every single woman who feels less than, and is battling insecurity…
It’s time to pick up your crown, Queen. Look in the mirror. You’ve been royalty all this time.
Act like it.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Thank you for reading!
Bonus Epilogue
Also By Kay Cove
About the Author
Acknowledgments
1
Avery
I scour Mason’s face for any glint of a tell as the waitress sets a colossal slice of chocolate cake in front of us.
“Happy Birthday,” she says with a wide, toothy smile.
“Thank you.” I rub my hands together, then straighten the single, pink-striped candle that was starting to tilt. “It’s my thirtieth today.”
“Oh, hey,” she chirps, her eyes lighting up, “it’s your golden birthday.”
“My what?”
“It’s April thirtieth, and you’re turning thirty.” She twirls her wrist. “Hence, your golden birthday. You only get one. I’m June first, so mine was wasted before I even knew what a birthday was.” She pokes out her tongue playfully. “But your golden birthday kicks off your golden year—which means thirty will be the best year of your life.”
“I like the sound of that.” I look back into my boyfriend’s deep-brown eyes. “Cheers to my golden birthday.” I hold up my champagne flute and tilt the rim towards the waitress. “And thank you for being so wonderful tonight. The steak was superb. You were lovely. This is officially the best birthday meal I’ve ever had.”
Mason chuckles as he leans back in his seat and tugs on the sleeves of his navy sports coat. “That’s my girlfriend’s subtle way of telling me to leave you a generous tip this evening.”
I glance between them as they exchange a quick, knowing look.
Oh, it’s happening.
She knows something.
There is most definitely a hidden surprise in this slice of cake.
“Would you like me to bring out the staff to sing?”
I open my mouth, but Mason answers for me. “Please God, no.” He embarrasses so easily, but I don’t mind the singing. It’s fun and silly. These days we’ve hardly had time for fun and silly. Our business together is booming, which means we’re working nearly fourteen-hour days. My birthday celebration dinner is the first time we’ve gotten dressed up and gone out in months. Hell, I think tonight is worth singing about.
Our waitress lights my single pink candle and flashes me one more genuine smile. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Damn.” Mason lets out a whisper of a chuckle as soon as she’s out of earshot. “Did we order a slice or a whole damn cake?” The rich triple-fudge frosting matches the hue of his irises and the dense devil’s food cake is the same color as his furrowed brows.
With a devious smile, and much to Mason’s horror, I dive in with both of my forefingers, using them as chopsticks as I massacre the dessert.
Searching… Where the hell is it?
Leave it to Mason to do something tacky as all hell like hiding an engagement ring in a slice of birthday cake.
Thirty. I’m freaking thirty years old today. The moment is here and that damn ring better be somewhere in this massive piece of chocolatey goodness.
I found the ring about six months ago in our upstairs closet, hardly hidden. It was careless of Mason, really. We’ve been dating for over four years. We’ve lived together for two. He should be well aware by now that once the winter weather hits, I am religious about folding my summer tank tops and flowy skirts into tidy, color-coordinated piles and stacking them neatly on the top shelf of the closet. Of course I noticed the lonely ring box on the top shelf. He probably tossed it up there in a hurry to hide it, unaware that when someone’s standing on a small step stool, eye level with the highest shelf, the tufted black jewelry box is impossible to miss.
I’m a good girlfriend, though. I didn’t even peek. Sliding the box about a foot to the left, I went about my business and pretended I didn’t notice. I’ve never rushed Mason. It took him exactly ten dates before he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. We waited an entire year before he introduced me to his family. Another year after that we moved in together. Mason is slow and steady like a turtle. My reliable, loving, sweet turtle whose last name I can’t wait to share. I can be patient for him…
Or, at least that’s what I told myself six months ago.
I didn’t expect him to propose at his parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary reception…although I’d hoped. It was such a beautiful night. It was a tad chilly on the California beach in October. Mason draped his suit coat over me like the gentleman he is. We all sat barefoot on the beach as we watched his parents dance right at twilight, listening to the low hiss of the waves crashing against the tide. It would’ve been the perfect time to tell me that it’s exactly what he wanted for us in forty-some years.
But the night came and went. I get it. It was his parents’ night, not ours.