Page 54 of Unstoppable Love

He shrugged and went back to cooking. Like he lived there. Like he belonged there. Like this was something we’d done every morning for years. Basically, Cameron was acting like cooking me breakfast was no big deal, and I was once again left spinning.

“You said you were going to lock up.”

“I did. Then I slept on the couch. Coffee’s ready if you need it. Oh, you had something to delivered to my house all those weeks back. It’s there on the table.”

My yarn and crochet hooks. I’d forgotten all about that and didn’t bother looking at the box now.

I was trying to figure out how I slipped into a wormhole that took me into an alternate world where things like Cameron cooking me breakfast and calling me beautiful were possible.

“Am I dreaming?” I asked.

That had to be it.

Cameron glanced at me again and smirked. “You dream about me cooking you breakfast?”

“No… I?—”

He interrupted like I hadn’t said a word.

“My dreams are better. They involve you and me, far fewer clothes, and definitely doing something more exciting than eating.” He winked. “Well, sometimes I’m eating.”

My knees wobbled, and I slapped my hand against my island to stay standing.

Definitely a wormhole. Definitely something was going on.

But with the way he was smirking at me, eyes heating as he took in the heat flooding my face and sinking to my chest, a heavy swoosh whipped right through me as I gaped at him. “You’re not playing fair,” I finally rasped.

“Beautiful”—he pointed the spatula at me—“I’m not playing at anything. Go get dressed. Get some coffee. I’ll have breakfast ready in about ten minutes, and I don’t have a lot of time before I need to leave.”

I kept gaping at him. When I sat on the beach in Destin with Lydia, planning out the changes I was making to my life, I’d been fully prepared to give up on this dream.

And there it was. Cameron, turning me on, telling me what to do, cooking me breakfast, and putting me to bed. All happening when I least expected it.

He’d hurt me.

He’d broken my heart.

But him trying to heal that pain was starting to feel really damn good, too. And like the fool I’d been for so long over him, I was having a hard time fighting it.

I did what he told me to do. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and ran a brush through my hair before throwing it up into a clip. Then I slid into leggings, a sports bra, and a tank top and was back in the kitchen while he was grabbing my plates, finding everything so easily, and he’d done that last night too.

Cameron Kelley was making himself at home in my new home.

And I was losing my nerve and my courage to stop this from spiraling further.

I liked it too much, even if I wasn’t sure I believed him that this would work.

Chapter 17

Cameron

It was time to go. I was already cutting it close, considering traffic once I hit Denver could be a pain in the ass. As much as I needed to leave, I couldn’t. I’d teased Ava last night. Pushed her. I knew she was still uncertain about me, about what I’d done to her, and about what I wanted from her now.

This could work, though. I had no doubt it would if we both wanted it badly enough.

There were still things to say, things she needed to hear, and I hadn’t at all forgotten about the fact she said she’d come to me that night all those years ago, seeking to give me her virginity because she’d been scared.

We’d talk about Jimmy another time.

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