Page 51 of Already At Risk
Cameron walked over to meet him, shaking his hand. That was good. Distance between us was good. I needed a second to regulate my body after…that.
But a second was all I got. Because then Cameron was walking back, taking a seat beside me, once again distracting me with his proximity and how good he smelled and the warmth of his presence. He reiterated the process aloud of what was about to happen, things that were not new to me but felt new to me, especially after that conversation. I took a shaky breath, refocusing on the goal here today.
“Ready, Natalie?” he checked.
His voice was steady, professional. Somehow, Cameron had managed to revert his demeanor in a blink of an eye. He was back to being my supportive lawyer, ensuring that everything aboutthe process would go to plan, impressing me as usual.Whydid he have to be so impressive?
I drew in a breath, steeling myself. I pushed my shoulders back, spared a quick glance at Korey’s lawyer, and then looked into the camera.
“I’m ready.”
six months ago
NATALIE
“I’m just not good at saying no,” I tried to explain.
Cam snorted into his glass of whiskey. “You had no problem saying no to me.”
I nodded. Put a finger up. “Let me rephrase.”
He waited patiently for me to go on.
“I’m not naturally good at it. I had to learn how to be good at it because of the mistakes I made in the past.”
Cam cocked his head to the side, listening. He was either feigning interest or he genuinely was. Something about the depth of his gaze made me think it was the latter.
“What kind of mistakes?”
“With men.” I wrinkled my nose and then amended, “With one man.”
I shouldn’t be telling him this. I shouldn’t even be wanting to tell him this. Shouldn’t have my mind on Korey at all, but I was also proud. Of how far I’d come in the year since I’d finally told him no—once and for all.
Cam absorbed my words for a moment before his eyes drifted down, wandering over my hands.
They were bare. I’d never been much of a jewelry girl.
“Don’t worry,” I said, assuming what he was looking for. “I’m not married.”
“Not sure why not,” Cam muttered, but I could sense a bit of relief in his expression.
“Divorced,” I added wryly. “But I’ll spare you the details.”
He raised a brow. After a sip from his whiskey glass, he licked his lips, and I found it hard not to stare at his mouth.
It was a very nice mouth.
“Who said I want to be spared?” he murmured.
“I’d rather not talk about the specifics. With him,” I said.
“Then tell me about the specifics with you,” he countered. “All the details, please.” Cam leaned closer, the smell of sandalwood wrapping around me. “Every last one.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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