spun back. Midshow, the lobbies and halls were library-quiet, so when he heard the crack of a metal door at the end of the far hall, he immediately keeled around, guessing it had to be Cam. He caught a glimpse of redâthe shoulder of her red long-sleeved T-shirtâjust before the door closed again.
Guilt clogged his throat. Not a little guilt. A whole steam shovelful. Maybe heâd never been the ultrasensitive type of guy, but he wasnât usually this bad a jerk.How could he have done this to her? What was he thinking?
His palm slapped the back door openâwhich made his hand hurt like hell, but didnât assuage the guilt worth beans.
And there she was.
The theaterâs back door led to nothing but a parking lot and some scruffy woods. The sun was a red ball, hiding in those leafy trees, dropping fast now. The real world was only a block awayâhe could hear traffic sounds, even distant voicesâbut here, there was literally nothing and no one. A chill sneaked behind the evening sunshine, putting a brisk bite in the air.
And Camille had sunk down on the cement curb, arms wrapped around her knees, just kind of rocking herself with her eyes squeezed closed. She never opened her eyes or looked back, yet before he said a single word, she piped up, âPete, Iâm fine. Go back inside with the boys. Iâll come back in. I just needed some air.â
Okay. So Camille had easily guessed that heâd follow herâbut he should have easily guessed how the movie was likely to affect her. The kids had pushed for going, said it was a comedy. But he hadnât asked a single questionâor heâd have known it was going to be about cops and city crime.
âGo back in,â she repeated, and motioned him with her hand, sounding aggravated now.
He came closer instead. In a split secondâfaster than a secondâhe realized heâd fallen so deep and so hard in love with her that he couldnât think straight.
Of course heâd realized he was increasingly miserable around herâbut not that he was hooked this hard. It was the look of her. That stupid, butchered, choppedoff hairâbut damn, it framed her face pixie-fashion, made her soft brown eyes look huge. Right now those eyes held an ocean of pain and her skin was whiter than chalk. Her hands were clenched in a clear effort to control their shaking, and her frail shoulders were hunched, making her look more fragile, more beatenâand it killed him. Frustrated him. Enraged him. Too see his Camille this over her head, this whipped by anything.
âYouâre having an anxiety attack.â
âYup. If youâve never seen one before, donât get your liver in an uproar. I do this a few times a week. Just to keep in practice. Itâll pass in a minute.â
Her effort to treat it lightly made him sick. He hunkered down on the cement stoop next to her. âThis one was brought on by the movie?â
âWho knows. Anything can set one off. I hear a strange soundâeven if itâd be an innocuous sound to anybody elseâand shazam , just like that, Iâm suddenly sweating and acting like a complete idiot. Itâs really annoying. Would you just go back inside? Please. Itâs embarrassing enough to be such a wuss without having someone else see it. And itâll pass. In fact, itâll pass faster if you leave me alone. Other people canât help. It just takes me a few minutes of concentration to pull myself together.â
He wanted to pull her in his arms so bad he could taste it, but some internal instinct stopped him. Heâd pulled her into his arms before. It hadnât brought them closer together; it seemed to make her even warier. Camille treated concern as if it were a poison she could choke on. Still, he wantedâneededâto understand more of what she was dealing with. âThe movie. I didnât realize. I thought it was just a
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