Page 6 of Sin With Me

“Yes.” I could barely catch my breath. He returned my smile and I added, “Definitely better.”

Though I might need to ask him to do it again, for practice purposes. But with those deep dimples in his lower cheeks, life suddenly seemed more uplifting than it had been this afternoon.

“Does it really make a difference if it all ends up in the same place?” he asked.

“I guess not.” I laughed and extended my hand to properly introduce myself. “Kate.”

He reached out and shook it. The touch sent an electrifyingly delightful shock through my body, and while my instinctive response would have been to take it away, I didn’t. It was warm and slightly rough, with the right amount of pressure in his squeeze.

“Cameron, but my close friends call meCam.”

“Are you expecting us to be close friends?”

Oh, my God!Did I sound cheesy? And why was I still holding hishand?

“That will depend on how the evening goes.” He let go of my hand with reluctance.

“Well, it looks good so far from thisend.”

“As it does from mine. Another one?” he asked, pointing to the empty shot glass.

“Sure. The night is young.” I wiggled my brows. I bet that looked cheesy as well, but Cam didn’t seem tomind.

“Is that a fresh haircut?” I asked.

“How can youtell?”

“I’m told I spend too much time at the hairdresser’s.”

“So you’re not a natural brunette?” he asked.

“Is that supposed to be ajoke?”

“No, just an observation, because your eyebrows are darker. They make your eyes standout.”

Swoon.

Somehow telling him that he’d had me at hello seemed appropriate, but my tongue sort of tiedup.

Half an hour later, we were laughing at each other’s jokes and acting like old friends. Except as time passed, I was afraid I wouldn’t remember much of it. Heck, I stopped counting the number of tequilas I’d had after the third one, when he wiped a stray drop of alcohol off the corner of my mouth and licked it off his fingers. I wasn’t sure why, but he too seemed confused by his own gesture, yet shrugged dismissively.

I in turn was squirming in my seat as my heart drummed a tune I didn’t recognize.

The world was spinning around me. Colors of the rainbow appeared in the mirror behind the bar. When I closed my eyes, I imagined a sprinkle of glitter floating all around us. It was all so beautiful. Life was beautiful, and the more shots I threw back, the more Cam smiled at me and I at him. Lola didn’t even make an effort to interrupt us, and when I saw her sitting at a corner table with a handsome guy whom I didn’t recognize (probably because he had a beard), I couldn’t have been happier. It meant that I had more time with Mr. Tight Tush. Yes, Cam had a nice tight ass that fit oh so perfectly into his black jeans when he walked away to the bathroom. I couldn’t stop staring.

Before tonight, I was convinced that my life was over. I was certain that I could never feel again, but he… he made me feel things I hadn’t in a long time, if ever. It was either that or the amount of tequila I’d consumed. The tingling in my toes wouldn’t stop, and my fingertips felt numb. Still, I didn’t care, because Cam was telling me a joke about a priest walking into a bar. I didn’t remember it the moment he finished, but I kept laughing.

I laughed and laughed until my stomach swirled and my face dropped.

“What’s the matter, Katie?” he asked.

“I think I’ve reached my limit for tonight.” I pushed the full shot glassaway.

“You’re not feelingwell?”

Cam reached over the bar and poured me a glass of water when Bert was busy. Sometime between my arrival and whatever hour it was, the Bistro had become crowded. Or maybe I was seeing double.

“Drink this. It will make you feel better.”

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