Page 45 of The Wrong One

She was the perfect woman for me. She was my dream girl. When I really thought about the kind of woman I could settle down with, Izzy checked all the boxes. She was my other half. Why in the fuck did I fall in love with my best friend’s little sister?

I dumped the egg, chopped ham, and cheese mixture into a pan and watched the bubbles form. Right now, Izzy was naked in my shower. It was a thought I couldn’t get away from. It was like a drumbeat in my head.

Naked woman in the shower. Naked, willing woman in the shower.

“Something smells good,” Izzy said from behind me.

I jumped at the sound of her voice. “Coffee is ready,” I said without looking at her.

I slid the omelets out of the pan onto the waiting plates. When I turned to put the plates on the counter, I froze. It was not what I was expecting. Scratch that—it wasexactlywhat I was expecting. She was gorgeous. Her wet hair hung straight down. She was wearing my T-shirt and nothing else. The shirt hung off her, one shoulder exposed.

It was a mistake. I never should have let her wear one of my shirts. It was an image that was going to be forever burned into my brain. The shirt was going home with her or getting buried in the back of my closet. I was never going to be able to look at it again without seeing her in it. The coy little smile on her lips told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She was purposely teasing me.

“Do you want ketchup?” I asked. “Hot sauce?” My voice croaked like a fourteen-year-old boy.

She just smiled and leaned forward. The gaping shirt gave me a good look at her perfect breasts. “No thanks, but I could use a fork.”

Of course, she needed a fork. My brain was fried. Again, I felt like a teenage boy. There was exactly one thing on my mind. My blood had long drained from my brain. I was completely at her mercy. I cleared my throat and handed her one.

I grabbed one for myself and sat down beside her. We ate in silence for the most part. Izzy asked questions here and there, trying to pull me into conversation. I just seemed to be stuck. I was thinking about how badly I wanted her and how much Ramsey would absolutely kill me if I even looked sideways at her.

I put away our plates and debated what to do next. I couldn’t tell her she had to leave. That would be rude. I felt her behind me. I didn’t dare turn around.

“Cam.”

“Yes?”

“Look at me,” she demanded.

I slowly turned. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“You’re doing everything you can not to look at me,” she said.

I looked directly at her. “No, I’m not.”

“What does this mean?” she asked. “I need some guidance here. Are we going to pretend like this never happened?”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said with a laugh. “People say that, but there’s always a little something.”

“I agree.” She nodded. “Are we going to be able to work together?”

“Absolutely. Why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You don’t seem like you’re able to handle things.”

“I can handle things,” I defended.

“Okay, then what do we do about Ramsey?” she asked. “Do we tell him?”

I winced. “I don’t think so.”

“So, we keep it a secret?” he questioned.

“Don’t you think that’s better?”

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