“Yes, right,” she agreed. “We don’t want to be late.”
He shuffled past her without meeting her eyes. “I pulled up some information about sensible diets to lower cholesterol, if you want to look them over.”
“Thanks.”
He disappeared into the bathroom.
Camille plopped onto the couch and opened the laptop to the browser pages, though she didn’t read them. She analyzed her reactions over the past few minutes. She’d gone from a small crush to full-blown desire for Tristan in less than a day. In a matter of minutes. Running her hands over her arms, she stared up at the ceiling. She was mad.
Connor was right. He should come get her. Otherwise she’d be a raving lunatic ready for Bedlam by the end of this trip, madly in love with her fake husband.
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Tristan splashed cold water over his face. He’d been on the brink of total disaster with Camille. Between the scare and the zipper, he was a wreck. In one moment, Camille had brought back to light ugly memories he’d rather banish than face again, and in the next she pulled out amorous emotions that he hadn’t thought he’d be capable of. He was a broken man and didn’t deserve the woman he temporarily called wife. He needed to remember that if he wanted to get them through this trip with both of their hearts intact.
“Keep it together, man. You don’t deserve her.” He stared down his reflection in the mirror. “You’ve done things she could never accept. Let her be.” With those thoughts foremost in his mind, he shaved and dressed.