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“For now.” She nodded. “Probably.”

“Not that I’m ashamed or anything like that,” I told her. “I just don’t think it’s a good time to tell him.”

“I don’t know that there will ever be a good time.” She laughed.

“Agreed,” I replied without looking at her.

“Cameron!”

“What?” I frowned.

“You can’t even look at me,” she said. “Why?”

“You know why,” I told her.

“Because you’re weirded out by the fact we’ve seen each other naked?”

“No,” I said.

“You’re thinking about my brother?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“If I was any other woman, would you call me again?” she asked.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Definitely.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?”

I growled, backed her up, and then lifted her onto the counter. “Because you’re wearing my shirt and nothing else. Unless you packed a spare pair of panties, I know you have nothing on under there. You know damn well what you’re doing.”

She flashed a smile. “I might.”

“You know what?” I started with my hands running up her thighs. “I don’t think I want to talk about anything else. We have the day. It’s just the two of us right now. That’s all we need to worry about. No one needs to know. We can keep this secret for now, right?”

My hands continued up her thighs before sliding them between her legs and spreading them open. I stepped between them and looked into her eyes. “I think that sounds like a very good idea.”

We kissed with her hands sliding into my hair. My appetite for her was ravenous. I kissed down her neck, lifting the shirt and tossing it to the floor. My mouth devoured her breasts before I dropped to my knees in front of her.

ChapterNineteen

Izzy

Isipped my coffee and stared out the window. It was early. I was not looking forward to going into work. Cam had been acting strange since we slept together. The morning after, he had been great. We spent a lazy Sunday enjoying each other’s company. That day had been amazing. He’d been loving and attentive and it was like being in a real relationship. He dropped me off at home with a searing kiss and then went on his way.

That Monday, it was like he didn’t know who I was. I didn’t put too much stock into his coldness at work. We were professionals. But the next day, I noticed he was avoiding me like the plague. He wasn’t exactly rude, but there was definitely a coldness that had not been there prior to us sleeping together. It was hard to accept our new reality after being intimate. Things were hot between us. And now they were colder than ever.

Everything changed after our night together. He stopped texting me as frequently, and when we did talk, his responses were short and distant. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was something I had done. Had I been too forward? Had I said something that turned him off? I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had somehow messed things up.

I heard a meow and looked toward the window. Marmalade was staring at me like he was trying to use his willpower to get me to open the window and feed him. I grabbed a can and walked to the window. I opened it up and put the can on the sill.

“Hello.” I smiled and rubbed his head while he devoured the food. “I think I wish I was a cat sometimes. You have no woman trouble, do you? You just eat and sleep all day with plenty of attention. I could be a cute cat.”

As I continued stroking Marmalade’s head, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy toward the feline. He had it easy, not a care in the world, while I was struggling with my complicated feelings for Cam.

I sat down in the chair I put near the window. It was a little disturbing how much time I spent talking to the cat. I didn’t want to tell anyone about the Cam situation. Emmy would encourage me to go after Cam because she wanted me to leave Patrick in the dust. I didn’t think she would understand the challenge that came with being with Cam.

“It’s not just my brother,” I said to Marmalade. “Yes, my brother would obviously not be happy with me and Cam hooking up. But it’s more than that. I have to think about Lily.”

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