Page 48 of Knotted Laces

“Nothing.” I quickly cut off a bite and shove it into my mouth.

“Cam,” she says on a sigh. “We’re stuck here, and I know I’ve been a grumpy bitch, but I promise to not throw anymore liquids on you.”

My lips twitch.

“I wouldn’t waste my coffee that way.”

I snort.

“So you don’t have to keep staring at me like I’m a bug.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Well not the bug part, anyway. The staring I’mdefinitelydoing.

“No?” she asks. “Then whatareyou doing?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Athena

I setmy fork down onto my clean plate and stare across the table at Cam.

He’s been watching me like I’m a cornered animal about to strike—and I can’t really blame him. I’ve given him more than a glimpse of my temper over the last twenty-four hours, and even though the hangry side of me is tamed, I’m still not thrilled to be stuck here.

I need to get back to work.

There are leads to follow up on, and I can’t help but feel that I’m getting close to finding out who was really behind the bust gone wrong last year.

That I’m getting close to finding outwho’sbehind what happened to Tommy.

But I’m not going to crack the case trapped in the mountains with a hot hockey player.

“Cam?” I press. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Cream cheese frosting or cinnamon and butter from scarfing down the delicious baked good?

“No,” he says quickly. “And nothing’s up.”

“Then what? Why are you staring? I meant what I said—I won’t waste my coffee by throwing it at you.”

He shakes his head, lips turning up at the edges. “It’s nothing. I’m just…” He sighs.

“You’re what?” I press.

He shoves another bite of cinnamon roll into his mouth. “I should, um, go out and check the generator after I finish eating. Make sure it’s gassed up and ready to use if we lose power.”

If I’m not mistaken, his cheeks are flushed.

“Cam.”

His eyes hit mine. “You don’t want to know, Ats. You know you don’t.”

That sends my pulse skittering. I should leave it alone. I know I should.

But I don’t.

“Yes,” I say quietly. “I do.”

Because some part of me already knows, already feels it. And some part of meneedsto hear it.

“Athena—”

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