“I think his reason was pretty clear.He doesn’t want totalk.”
The pillowcase wrinkled.“I don’t know whyIdid that.”
“Do I have to paint a picture?You want him too.”
“Am I really that drunk?”
Roxie snorted.“Somehow I doubt that if Skeeter had tried the same move he’d have gotten away without your knee in his privates.”
Lexie glanced towards the wall when she heard the squeak of metal on metal.That foldout sofa sounded like it hadn’t been used in years.“But I don’t trust him.”
“And you shouldn’t.The guy made his first move on you when you were drunk.”
Lexie groaned.“How did I get into this mess?”
“Apparently, you’ve got the same affliction that I do—a taste for men who aren’t good for us.Watch out for him, hon, he’ll turn on you.”
“How do you know?”
“Who signs his paycheck?You or Daddy?”
Lexie dropped her head to the pillow.“My head hurts.”
“It’s the bourbon.Or maybe the rum.”
“I’m so drunk.”
Roxie doused the light.“Sleep it off.Things will be better in the morning.”
“Will they?”
“Probably not, but at least we’ll be on equal footing.”Roxie let out an evil chuckle.“That hideaway bed is a killer.”
Cam was awake when Lexie came rushing out of the bedroom.He didn’t sleep much as it was, but tonight?Yeah, not going to happen—especially with the support bar of the foldout bed hitting him square in the back.One look at her panicked face told him what was wrong.He pointed to the bathroom.“That way.”
Roxie was right behind her.“To your left.”
She darted off with her hand folded across her mouth.The door whipped shut behind her.
Cam sat up, his gaze slicing to the sister.She was dressed in a skimpy little nightie.She eyed him back, one eyebrow lifting.He’d stripped down to his skivvies.It was warm up on the third floor even with air conditioning.He’d done his best to get comfortable, but that bed wouldn’t let him sleep no matter what he was or wasn’t wearing.
Sounds from the bathroom distracted them both.They were miserable.
“This is your fault,” he said.
“My fault?”Roxie raked a hand through her hair and glanced worriedly to the bathroom.“You and that so-called family of hers are the ones who sent her my way.”
“She told you that?”
“Not in so many words, but I get what that billboard did.”
“Still think it’s fabulous?”Cam felt his back pop as he got out of bed.He winced and started towards the bathroom.
“Don’t you go near her.”Roxie hurried to plant herself between him and the door.“She’s mortified as it is.Give her a few minutes.”
Damn.As much as he didn’t want to agree with her, she was probably right.Lexie wouldn’t appreciate any help right now.She didn’t even like it when he pulled out her chair for her at meetings.
Because she didn’t trust him.
