Page 54 of Penalty of Love


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We’re sitting at one of the tables alone, though it’s not because of our choosing. No one else sat down at the table with us.

“When you all finish eating, you can meet me in the lobby. Dr. Shadid will be joining us for this outing as well.” Tina glances over in my direction, and I can only imagine what she thinks about the two of us.

We’re sharing a cabin—and now a bed—but we’re just working together professionally.

And kissing, apparently.

“I wonder what we’re gonna have to do,” Cameron’s comment draws me out of my thoughts. “Hopefully, it’s something athletic.”

“Hopefully, it’s something I don’t have to participate in,” I mutter, stabbing some hash browns and forking them into my mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure you don’t have to. That wouldn’t be fair.” Cameron doesn’t look at me as he picks up his biscuit and takes a bite. I watch him, admiring his strong jawline and masculine nose. He almost has a boyish charm, given that he keeps his face clean-shaven. “What’re you staring at me for?” He gives me a sideways glance.

“You eat like a caveman,” I joke, immediately pulling my eyes away.

Ever since we kissed—which was just last night—things have shifted. I feel a pull toward him, and I can sense he feels it too, but we’re both trying to pretend like nothing’s changed.

In reality, everything has changed.

And I’m terrified. Not only because I promised myself I’d never get involved with someone I’m working with but also because I don’t even know how this relationship could work once we go back to our regular lives. We live in different states. Long-distance relationships are pretty much doomed to fail.

Besides, I don’t want to be tied down. My career comes first.

And that’s what I have to keep reminding myself of when I start to feel things for Cameron. Which is harder said than done since I tend to lose my mind when we get close.

“Do you think we’ll be doing something active? Or will we be catching butterflies?” Cameron muses as he reaches for his cup of coffee.

“Catching butterflies could be considered active.” I laugh. “I picture more of a singing Kumbaya kind of situation—like maybe we’ll all sit in a circle and hold hands.”

His lips curl in disgust. “That sounds awful.”

“Doesn’t it, though?” I burst into a fit of giggles. He joins me, shaking his head.

We finish the rest of our breakfast and then stand to our feet, following some of the others through the lobby to the outside. I don’t know why I’m nervous about this. But still, my heart beats unevenly in my chest as we join the group.

“Okay, it looks like we’re only missing a few people,” Tina calls out. She’s joined with some of the other counselors and Dr. Shadid.

A tickling sensation against my arm grabs my attention and I realize I’m standing so close to Cameron that his bicep is brushing against mine.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek as unwanted excitement flickers to life in my chest.

“If y’all will follow us out, we’ll take you to the obstacle course.” Tina waves toward the main doors and everyone grumbles as they follow along behind them.

I glance up at Cameron and he’s got a smile on his face.

Of course he does. He’s a professional athlete.

“This is going to be horrible,” a voice comments beside me. I turn my head to see Hal, her arms folded across her chest. “I don’t see how an obstacle course could possibly help with anger. I was hoping to get some real help here.”

I’m not really sure what to say to that. All I can do is nod. “...but at least the weather is nice today,” I mutter.

She side-eyes me. “Yeah, I guess, but it’s not going to feel nice when I’m dying from oxygen deprivation. I haven’t done anything like this in years. I’m basically old at this point in my life.”

“You don’t look a day over thirty,” I say, giving her a smile.

“Thanks.” She pulls her eyes from me, but the corner of her thin lips curl upward into a smile. “At least I have something going for me.”

After a few moments, we arrive at a grassy area, and I realize this is not the kind of obstacle course that I had pictured in my head. There are not many ... obstacles. Instead, there are booths set up throughout the meadow.

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