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Cameron chuckled. “You might have enough for a small Catalina Sport.”

The man frowned at him. “Not funny. You know I want at least a forty-foot yacht.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Come on, man, you’re a billionaire. You can afford to pay more,” Edward said clearly upset.

One thing about Cameron, he knew the money he inherited had been very hard to obtain by his ancestors. Yes, he was fortunate, but he didn’t just blow money on things like cards and alcohol.

“From what I can see, I would have to pump almost a million dollars into this place and you’re desperate to sell. No, this is my only offer. Take it or leave it,” he said and stood. “You need to tell Samantha today. She’s suspicious and is having Casey run an audit on the books. You screwed up badly. She and your mother deserve to know the truth.”

Edward stared at him, his expression lightening and a grin spreading across his face. “You keep mentioning Samantha. You guys spent the night together. Why don’t you marry her? I’ve seen the way the two of you look at one another. You could marry her, then you’d have the ranch and help me get out of this mess.”

The thought of marrying Sam was enticing, but not like this. He wanted no secrets between them. He wanted to marry for love, not because his friend needed help getting out of a jam. A really bad jam. And it pissed him off even more that he would offer Sam up like a sacrifice.

“What is going on between me and Samantha is our business and you’ll not cheapen her like this. She deserves better. You can call me and let me know your answer.”

After learning everything, Cameron couldn’t stay. It was better that he left, and he’d already called the pilot who wanted to leave before they got snowed in.

“You’re supposed to stay until after the wedding,” Edward called.

The wedding meant nothing to him. And if Bridezilla treated Sam any worse, there would be hell to pay.

“Good-bye, Edward. Let me know if you are going to accept my offer,” he said as he walked out the door.

Now he had to find Samantha. There was one last piece of business before he could leave. No, he couldn’t tell her. That was for her brother to do, but he had to kiss her and tell her good-bye. Tell her as much of his feelings as he could. Because he was definitely feeling things for her that he’d not felt in forever.

Walking down the hall, the wedding party had just returned from Bozeman and they were hurrying to their rooms to get ready for tonight.

Going in search of her, he found her in the barn, helping Tara set up the tables for the dinner tonight.

Coming up behind her, he breathed in her scent. She whirled around, her big brown eyes gazing at him sending heat through him. “Cameron. Do you need something?”

Yes, he needed her. He needed her to remember the good times they had together and not to hate him for what he’d done.

“Have you got five minutes?”

“Sure,” she said and he took her hand and led her to a storage room inside the barn.

“I’m leaving early in the morning. I’m not staying for the wedding,” he said. “Something has come up at home and Edward’s not too happy with me right now.”

Her brown eyes looked puzzled. “Edward. Why would he be upset with you?”

If only she knew.

“Let’s just say we don’t see eye to eye on things and it’s probably better if I leave before things get worse.”

“Does he owe you money?”

“No, darling, he doesn’t.”

She sighed and then she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sad that you’re leaving.”

Oh, she wouldn’t be once she learned the truth.

“You came to say good-bye?”

“Yes, I’m leaving early in the morning and I’m not going to be at the dinner tonight. I also came for this,” he said as he slammed her up against the wall. His lips covered hers with a kiss that a lover gave the person he cared about. He kissed her like he thought he would never see her again and he probably wouldn’t.

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