He hadn’t been with a woman for so long, but even he couldn’t make that his excuse. Cameron had to at least be honest with himself. The second her lips had touched his, her arms encircled his neck, he’d been pulled under. All control had slid from him to her in the span of a second, and he hadn’t minded one bit.
Then reality had come crashing back and he’d known what a mistake he’d made. Unfortunately, he’d gotten her in his system and now he was paying the price.
Damn it.
“I need to get going.” She pulled completely away, eased around him and headed toward the living room. “The kitchen is done. Can you handle the living room?”
Why did his eyes have to zero in on the sway of her hips? Why was his body still humming from the way she’d been leaning against him?
Years ago he’d wondered, but he’d never made a move because either she or he had been dating someone. Then they got to a point where they were just perfectly happy being friends and not expecting anything more. He’d been deployed and hoped when he’d returned the feelings would’ve lessened. They hadn’t. And then he’d become a cop, lost a partner and hardened his heart toward anything permanent.
So here they were, still best friends who each knew just how well the other one kissed. Cameron was also extremely aware of exactly how Megan liked to be touched and how hard and demanding she wanted those kisses. Her sighs, her moans, the way she arched her body against his were all images he’d live with forever.
He had to endure his own personal hell because he couldn’t have her, wouldn’t put her through coming in second to his job. And he damn well wouldn’t expect her to want more once she learned he’d spent months bringing down a drug ring that now involved her brother.
Megan grabbed her keys off the small table just inside the entryway. “I’ll be out of town Thursday and Friday,” she told him without turning to look at him as she pulled open the door. “I should be home late Friday night.”
“Where are you going?”
With her hand on the knob, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared back at him. “Just something for work.”
Cameron curled his fingers around the edge of the wood door. “Is it a conference?”
“You might say that.”
She was lying. Whatever she was doing, she didn’t want to tell him.
“I don’t expect you to share every aspect of your life,” he told her. “But don’t lie to my face.”
Megan reached up, patted his cheek. “Kind of like you lying about not wanting more with me? That goes both ways, Cam.”
Before he could respond, the cell in his pocket vibrated.
Damn it.
Now was not the time to deal with work unless it was to bring this ring down once and for all.
He pulled the phone out, saw his brother’s number and didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved that work wasn’t calling him in.
“Hang on,” he told Megan. “It’s just Eli. I’m not done with you.”
Her eyes flared, and he realized how that sounded considering all that had transpired between them within the past week.
“What?” he growled into the phone.
“Mom fell.” Eli didn’t bother with any pleasantries. “I’m pretty sure her ankle is broken.”
“Oh, hell.” Cameron ran a hand down his face and sighed, meeting the concerned look in Megan’s eyes. “Want me to meet you at the hospital?”
“I’ve already got her here,” Eli answered. “You don’t have to come, but I wanted to let you know what was up. Dad is home, and he’s watching Amber for me. Nora came with me to sit with mom. Drake got called into work when one of his guys reported in sick.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Cameron shoved the phone back in his pocket and yanked his keys from the peg by the door.
“Mom fell,” he said, answering Megan’s worried look. “Eli thinks her ankle is broken. I’m heading to the ER now. Dad is babysitting for Eli.”
Megan stepped out onto the porch, holding
Then reality had come crashing back and he’d known what a mistake he’d made. Unfortunately, he’d gotten her in his system and now he was paying the price.
Damn it.
“I need to get going.” She pulled completely away, eased around him and headed toward the living room. “The kitchen is done. Can you handle the living room?”
Why did his eyes have to zero in on the sway of her hips? Why was his body still humming from the way she’d been leaning against him?
Years ago he’d wondered, but he’d never made a move because either she or he had been dating someone. Then they got to a point where they were just perfectly happy being friends and not expecting anything more. He’d been deployed and hoped when he’d returned the feelings would’ve lessened. They hadn’t. And then he’d become a cop, lost a partner and hardened his heart toward anything permanent.
So here they were, still best friends who each knew just how well the other one kissed. Cameron was also extremely aware of exactly how Megan liked to be touched and how hard and demanding she wanted those kisses. Her sighs, her moans, the way she arched her body against his were all images he’d live with forever.
He had to endure his own personal hell because he couldn’t have her, wouldn’t put her through coming in second to his job. And he damn well wouldn’t expect her to want more once she learned he’d spent months bringing down a drug ring that now involved her brother.
Megan grabbed her keys off the small table just inside the entryway. “I’ll be out of town Thursday and Friday,” she told him without turning to look at him as she pulled open the door. “I should be home late Friday night.”
“Where are you going?”
With her hand on the knob, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared back at him. “Just something for work.”
Cameron curled his fingers around the edge of the wood door. “Is it a conference?”
“You might say that.”
She was lying. Whatever she was doing, she didn’t want to tell him.
“I don’t expect you to share every aspect of your life,” he told her. “But don’t lie to my face.”
Megan reached up, patted his cheek. “Kind of like you lying about not wanting more with me? That goes both ways, Cam.”
Before he could respond, the cell in his pocket vibrated.
Damn it.
Now was not the time to deal with work unless it was to bring this ring down once and for all.
He pulled the phone out, saw his brother’s number and didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved that work wasn’t calling him in.
“Hang on,” he told Megan. “It’s just Eli. I’m not done with you.”
Her eyes flared, and he realized how that sounded considering all that had transpired between them within the past week.
“What?” he growled into the phone.
“Mom fell.” Eli didn’t bother with any pleasantries. “I’m pretty sure her ankle is broken.”
“Oh, hell.” Cameron ran a hand down his face and sighed, meeting the concerned look in Megan’s eyes. “Want me to meet you at the hospital?”
“I’ve already got her here,” Eli answered. “You don’t have to come, but I wanted to let you know what was up. Dad is home, and he’s watching Amber for me. Nora came with me to sit with mom. Drake got called into work when one of his guys reported in sick.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Cameron shoved the phone back in his pocket and yanked his keys from the peg by the door.
“Mom fell,” he said, answering Megan’s worried look. “Eli thinks her ankle is broken. I’m heading to the ER now. Dad is babysitting for Eli.”
Megan stepped out onto the porch, holding
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