"He'd be an idiot if he didn't. Controlling Posey's fortune could make him a millionaire many times over."
"He could spend her money?"
"I'm sure his expenditures would need to be reviewed. But he'd be in better circumstances than he is now."
"But I'm sure it won't come to that. You're her father. They can't take Posey away from you."
He doesn't meet my smile.
"That's what the birth certificate says. That's a mark in my favor. We have to wait for the DNA test results. And then wait to see what Jason has planned. There's no point in talking about it until then."
I nod. "So, should I arrange the arrowhead hunt? Posey is very excited about it, and I think it would be fun."
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Would tomorrow work out for you? It's my day off from the opera troupe."
"I think I can manage it," he says with a grin.
I take out my phone and perform an elementary search. "Look at this," I say, moving from the chair to sit beside him on the sofa.
The moment our thighs brush, electricity shoots through me. "There's a guide right here who specializes in four-hour expeditions."
The scent of his musky cologne makes me want to bury my face in his neck. It fills my senses as I lean closer to show him the screen. His body radiates warmth, solid and reassuring after the anxiety of the day.
"Four hours?" He looks up from the phone, and suddenly we're close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "That seems like a long time."
But he's not really looking at the phone anymore. He's looking at me, and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch in my throat.
"Cameron," I whisper, my voice coming out husky.
His hand reaches behind my cheek, fingers threading through my hair with exquisite slowness. The simple touch sends fire racing through my veins as he pulls my head toward him, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
"Tara," he breathes, his name sounding delicious to my ears.
When his mouth finally meets mine, it's like coming home and losing myself all at once. This kiss is nothing like our drunken encounter in that hotel lobby. This is deliberate, hungry, electric with all the tension that's been building between us for days.
I want the kiss to go on forever. My hands find the back of his neck, fingers exploring the warm skin there as I kiss him back with everything I've been holding inside.
His mouth is hot and demanding, tasting faintly of coffee and something uniquely him, that makes me dizzy with want.
Our hands are everywhere at once. I'm exploring the hard muscles of his biceps, amazed by his unyielding strength.
His rough fingers smooth through my hair and trace the curve of my face with reverent touches.
When his hand ventures lower, cupping my breast through my shirt, a moan escapes my lips.
I move closer, pressing my body against his. Needing more contact, more heat, more of everything he could offer.
Cameron's thumb brushes across my nipple through the thin fabric, and I arch into the touch, gasping his name.
But then, after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all, he stops. We both pull away, panting as if we've run a marathon.
We stare at each other in shock at the intensity of what just happened.
"We can't do this," he says, his voice rough with desire and regret.
The words hit me like ice water. "Why not?"
