Gavriel Donovan to the rescue

Camille's POV 

"No events?" I asked in a high-pitched voice, chewing my food faster so it wouldn't sink the wrong hole.  

Of course, the company had no events in Atlanta. I was in charge of Gav's schedule and there was nothing slated for Atlanta until the end of the year. What was more important was how on earth had my father found out. 

"Yes," he replied, eyes bearing down on me. "I checked with Donovan's company, the manager says they aren't expecting Donovan until December." 

"Oh, I see," 

Shit, shit, I should be able to come up with something better than that. I wasn't expecting a confrontation.  

"Where were you, Camille?" 

"Well it's pretty much a secret, Mr Caldwell," Megan chirped with her mouth full and we both glanced at her.  

She flushed,