He shifted on the balls of his feet, and the muscles in his thighs clenched.“He left her behind and forgot about her.”
Lexie was on her feet so fast her dress swished against her legs.“Stop it.”
Cam rose to full height in front of her.“Does that make you sad?Angry?”
“Of course it does.”Twisting, she pushed by him.He was so close her shoulder rubbed against his chest.“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you need to face it.”
“I’ve been facing it all morning.”
“Face it and deal with it.”
“I am.”
She walked across the room, but he refused to give her the space she needed.Planting his hand against the fireplace mantel, he trapped her.
“Then where are the tears?”he asked.
“I’m all cried out.”
“I haven’t seen it.”
She turned on her heel, but he cut her off at the other end of the fireplace.Reaching up, he grabbed a crystal paperweight.“Throw it,” he ordered.
Her teeth were beginning to ache from clenching her jaw so tight.
He opened her fingers and put the paperweight in the palm of her hand.“Throw it.”
“No,” she snapped.The crystal was heavier than it looked.It pulled her hand down, waking the muscles in her arm.Tempting her… She put it back on the mantel.
And took a careful breath.
He moved in so close their toes touched and her breasts brushed against his chest.“Is that anger?”
“Leave me alone, Cam.”
“I can’t.”
“Then I’m leaving.”She reached over the back of the couch and grabbed her purse.It swung on its long strap and bumped against the end table.The lamp rocked, teetering violently.It rolled on its edge, but righted itself to sit in the corner.She was already up the three steps, out of the sunken living room and into the foyer.
“You know I’ll just follow you,” he called.
Her footsteps stopped.Her thigh muscles actually froze.Slowly, she turned.“Why?”
“Because somebody has to.”
Her eyes narrowed.“Somebody has to or because Julian told you to?”
A muscle high on Cam’s cheekbone ticked, and Lexie felt a little thrill rush through her.After all his hounding, it was nice to see one of her salvos land.He’d said he wanted her to fight back, didn’t he?
“I’m nobody’s toady,” he said, lips barely moving.
“No, but you are his hatchet man.”She opened and closed her hand around her purse strap.“Am I part of the mess you have to clean up at Underhill, Rowe?”
He took a step towards her.“Don’t you dare go back to that.”
“It’s your job to do the dirty work he can’t do.”
