Him and the rest of the world.
Raising her chin, she met his eye.“Please move out of the way.”
“Only if I have your word you’ll come back.”
“Don’t ever ask me about him again.”
He considered her for the longest time, his probing eyes narrowing.“Okay.”
“Promise me, Cam.”
“I promise.”
“Then I’ll see you Monday.”
“I want to see you tomorrow.”
“It’s Sunday tomorrow.I don’t work Sunday.”
Bypassing the tendril, the back of his fingers floated down her cheek.“I want to see you tomorrow.”
“It’s supposed to be a maximum of six days in seven.”
“Are you here to work?”he asked, his fingers drifting lower.“Is that why you came here today?”
Why had she come?After her morning run, she’d stopped to get groceries for herself.Only she’d spent more time at Cam’s than at her own place recently.It just made sense to stock his cabinets fuller than her own… didn’t it?
Yes.It did.
Except… she couldn’t say it aloud.It sounded like an excuse in her head.Why would it sound like…?
Honesty slipped out.“I wanted to see you,” she murmured.
Until she told that truth aloud, she hadn’t admitted it to herself.Coming back, after her errands and chores, she wanted to talk to him, get his opinion.Just to… lay eyes on him.God, sometimes she thought she could stare into him all day.
“Call me when you get home,” he said.She managed a loose nod.“Video.”
Although she nodded again, a whisper of warning crept in.“Don’t play with fire.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Thank God someone did.Cam was safe.He’d sworn off women while she was in a wild phase.Supposed to be anyway.They lived on opposite poles.The last thing she needed was to get herself caught up in a committed relationship.Wasn’t that the root of her decision to give herself the freedom to do what felt good without regret?To be young and stupid in a way she’d never been allowed to before?
After Spencer, she’d been so… lost.Completely lost.It took more than a year just to open the curtains and face the world.Back then, every date she went on was a disaster, a familiar feeling, getting with Mason was sort of an accident.He’d pursued her, stuck with her.Being with him was easier than trying to navigate the dating world.She didn’t want to do that again, to fall into a relationship just because it was easier than the alternative.
“I’ll call when I get home.”
He just nodded and leaned in to kiss the top of her head.It was supposed to be meaningless.It should be.But it didn’t feel that way, especially when her hand met his torso and he lingered.All it would take… If she looked up… if he bowed just a little lower.
“Damnit,” she hissed at herself and pushed past him to leave.
The first client she’d got along with.The first one to give her the time of day, to accept who she was, to be real with her.Her mother was right, self-sabotage really was her specialty.
SIX
GOING INTO THE office was required.Unfortunately.Some clients were happy for their staff to work from the office full-time.Some jetted across the world and back twenty-four, seven.
Brooker had offices all over the globe.That’s what success granted an agency like theirs: ubiquity.
