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But she wasn’t sure that it was an addiction she wanted to be cured of.
“Hi, I’m Cammie. Faith’s friend.” Cammie smiled up at Reuben.
Faith tensed.
Cammie was gorgeous. Would Reuben take one look at her and wonder how he’d ended up with the plain friend? With no grace. No real class. She was just a country mouse with a failed florist business and debt up to her eyeballs.
She was no one.
But she watched as Reuben glanced at Cammie. He gave her a small nod. And then he turned to Faith. There was heat in his eyes.
Need. Demand.
She felt herself growing weak at the knees. Having all of his attention on her . . . it was heady. It made everything spin until she forgot to breathe.
“Faith. Come here.”
She shook her head. Not to defy him, but because she couldn’t move without falling over.
“Faith.”
Drat. Okay. But if she fell on her face, he was going to have to redo her makeup. She snorted as she realized how ridiculous that was.
“Oh God, did you just snort?” Cammie groaned.
Reuben shot Cammie a look.
Fudge knuckles. Faith knew that look. He was about to explode and eviscerate her.
“Reuben.” She practically fell into his arms. He caught her, holding her close. “I missed you. How is Juliet?”
As his attention moved back to her, she felt like her heart started racing, but also like she could take a full breath again.
Had she even been breathing these last few days? She wasn’t sure. But the world was definitely sharper. There was more color.
“She’s fragile but doing better. God, you look so beautiful, Faith.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “So fucking stunning. We’re not going.”
“What?” She stared up at him in shock.
“You have to go,” Cammie said. “I just spent two hours on her hair and makeup.”
Reuben stared at Cammie like he was confused about why she was there. H he didn’t look at Cammie like she was more than Faith.
More beautiful. More talented. More intelligent.
Perhaps Reuben was the one man immune to her friend’s charms.
Reuben moved his attention back to her. “We’re not going because I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”
God, the possessiveness in that statement was off the charts.
Yet, she felt herself melt slightly.
“That’s . . . that’s crazy,” Cammie whispered. “And yet it’s also sexy as hell.”
Yep. It was.
“We have to go,” she said. “You’re getting an award.”
