Finally Found by Nicole Andrews Moore Page B

him.

    “Let me go,” she protested even as she smiled and squirmed.

    Slowly, gradually, by degree, he released her. Though he expected her to leap from the couch and rush off, she didn’t. He smiled. “It must be exhausting to be so tense all the time.”

    She frowned. “It is.” Then with a sigh, she said seriously once more, “Can we get to work now?”

    He reached up and brushed a few wisps of blond hair from her face. He studied her for a moment; her eyes were shyly closed, looking down, desperate to avoid his face. He could see how important all of this was to her. He couldn’t make her suffer. “Of course,” he replied. “Right now even.” She had climbed off him and was now standing quietly just out of arm’s reach. “Help me up.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Come on. Trust.”

    Her eyes narrowed. “Trust? Trust you?” She tilted her head as if she was considering it. Then she whipped around and hurried to the kitchen.

    She was shaking her head as she considered his harmless request. Trust him. Right. Her sister had trusted him. Her sister had slept with him. Then Cin never heard from him again. Honestly, she didn’t know what hurt her more, that he had chosen her sister over her, or that he had hurt her sister. It was really too close to call.

    That’s why she decided not to think about that. Instead, Cammie decided to focus on preparing food. That was her outlet. Whenever she needed thinking time, time to release and decompress, she cooked. Cin ate. And that’s why she was voluptuous, big in all the right places. Cammie, on the other hand, cooked and cleaned. She stayed thin with the lean dancer’s body. That was why she stopped gymnastics and spent more time working on ballet. Then she broke her ankle, thus ending what might have been a promising career with some company.

    It was all for the best. She had never been as passionate about dance as she had been about food. She hated performing, being the center of attention, but she loved being behind the scenes, spreading happiness, fulfilling hunger. Her food was a treat to the plate, palate, and soul. Huh. Maybe she could incorporate that into the advertising.

    Minutes later , Adam had slowly walked through the door. He held his laptop in his hand. “We could work on sending out the evites now,” he suggested quietly. He was baffled about her reaction.

    Again he was left to wonder what he had ever done to her. She had said they never slept together previously, and after their experience the night before, he had to believe that he would have remembered that. She was incredible. She was simply unforgettable. Already he wanted more. Much more. This week wasn’t going to be long enough. There had to be a way for him to keep her around at least long enough to tire of her. How long could that possibly take? Most of them couldn’t last more than a few hours. Oh, but with her there were plenty of mysteries to unravel.

    Cammie looked up from the mushrooms she was slicing. “You do like mushrooms, right?” She watched him nod. “Because I make this incredible mushroom risotto that I thought might be nice to go with a pan seared herbed pork chop.” She shrugged.

    “Oh, I hate pork.” He watched her for a reaction.

    “Really? You are the biggest pig I know? How can you hate pork?” She had snapped at him so quickly that he could only imagine that the emotions had finally come to a head.

    “I was joking about the pork. I like pork chops.” He stood there looking at her, waiting for a similar response.

    She smirked some; he imagined she realized she had overreacted. “I still think you are a pig.” Then she turned away and started crushing garlic.

    He started to comment, but then he decided against it. He wasn’t ready to confront all this. Maybe he could just win her trust. Maybe it was better if she didn’t trust him. He had never been the marrying kind in the past and there was little chance that he would be ready