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“Honeycutt, could I speak with you, please?” asked a soft voice behind me.

I turned to Cam, standing a few paces away. He motioned his head toward his office, and sandy hair tumbled enticingly over his forehead. He’d cut it, and my fingers itched to touch it.

Instead, I smiled an apology at Xavier and stood.

As I passed him, Cam’s hand ghosted over my lower back, guiding me inside like the office like the polite, sexy boss man he was. My very DNA responded to that move, whispering about compatibility and desire.

Surprisingly, Ivy sat imperiously in the corner chair Bennett had occupied yesterday, her hair a sleek sheet of blond and her slim legs crossed. She smiled. “Mornin’, darlin’.”

In his typical courteous manner, Cam said, “I trust your evening was pleasant.”

I slept like hell and think I’m still in love with you—did you really create Henley Honey for me? No, don’t answer that. It was fine.

“It was great, thank you.”

A lighthearted smirk stretched across his mouth. “It really is your favorite word, isn’t it?”

Ivy pointed at the chair in front of Cam’s desk, so I sat. “I find it so versatile, wouldn’t you agree?”

He slipped elegantly into his own seat. “If you say it, it must be true.”

“Wow. You capitulated so easily. What happened to the boy who pointlessly argues with me about everything?”

His eyes flashed. “I wouldn’t call it pointless.”

“Then what’s the point?”

His voice lowered, as did his gaze. “Do you have any idea how easily you blush?”

Against my wishes, my body flooded with heat.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s adorable,” Ivy said in a dry tone. “Get on with it, Cam. Flirt later.”

Cam’s gaze jerked to Ivy, and he blinked as if only then remembering that she, too, was present in the room. “Right. I’ve had a chat with Ivy regarding the situation with Edmond yesterday. We both agree that it was entirely unacceptable.”

My insides jolted. “Oh?”

“Theft of ideas is still theft,” Ivy said. “The company policy is clear on theft. Zero tolerance. I think he should be kicked to the curb, but apparently my personal feelings are gettin’ in the way of things.”

I glanced between them, and Ivy darted a sassy look at Cam.

He knocked a few times on his desk, betraying an unease imperceptible in his placid expression. “Edmond will be formally reprimanded, and he’s going to work with you on this ad moving forward.”

Sigh. I foresaw a lifelong silent treatment from Booboo, and now I had to work one-on-one with Edmond. “In what capacity?”

Camden and Ivy exchanged glances.

“You’ll be in charge of it,” Cam said.

My heart leapt. “Really?”

He nodded. “It was your idea. Take the week to make a plan with him, and we’ll discuss it at our next meeting. See what you’ve got.”

“That ain’t enough punishment for him,” Ivy said. “How do y’all feel about some light social shaming?”

I laughed. “Social shaming?”

“His mama won’t enjoy hearing what a worm she’s got for a son.” She leaned forward in her seat, bracing an arm on her crossed legs. “The wrong words in the right ears, and Edmond Decatur will be a social pariah.”