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Why is he so freaking sweet?
“But...” His voice trails off as he grabs my hands. “You should know that I don’t regret standing up for you—and I know you accused me of making it a show, but that’s not what it was, Nila. I just ... I protect the people I care about. It’s who I am. And I care about you.”
I can’t help it. I smile. Warmth radiates from his touch, and the pull to get lost in him grows.
He searches my face, concern filling his eyes. “I’m sorry—”
My lips cut him off as I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth to his.
No one ever apologizes to me, but Cameron did.
He groans as I nip at his bottom lip, and his hands thread around my waist, pulling me into his body. His arms wrap tightly around me, and his tongue dives into my mouth, reminding me of the spark between us. I ache for more of him, feeling as though I’m deprived...
But then his phone rings.
He breaks the kiss, letting out a sigh. “Who could possibly need to call me right now?” Cameron rests his forehead against mine and then digs the device out of his pocket.
I glance down, and my stomach knots up. “It’s Frankie.”
He leans in to kiss me again. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”
I shake my head. “You better answer it. What if...”
He frowns but hits the answer button. “Hey, Frankie.” Cameron puts the phone on speaker and leaves one arm threaded around me.
“Hey you.” I won’t lie, her happy tone is a relief. “So, I don’t know if you’ve seen it yet, but Dr. Shadid left a raving review of you. His statement was seriously a chef’s kiss. It’s brilliant. Just what we needed.”
Cameron and I exchange a glance. “Uh ... I guess I haven’t seen the statement,” he says carefully.
“Oh, right. I forgot that you’re cut off from the world out there. Here, I’ll read it to you.” She clears her throat. “Cameron Hastens has been a pleasure to have here at the Western Slope Retreat. As I’ve gotten to know him, I can say that he is of no threat to society, and if anything, he is fiercely loyal to those that he cares about. I believe this is a man who would go to war for the people he loves. That’s a rare quality in society today, and he now understands that physical escalation isn’t the answer. However, defending his loved ones and teammates is an admirable quality.”
“I guess that sounds nice enough.” Cameron chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “So, what’s the big deal?”
“You get to come home!”
My heart drops as I look up at Cameron, who’s gazing at me. We both know what this means. My job is over. And I can’t help but wonder if Garrett Norris had something to do with the convenient timing of it all.
He probably gave Frankie the idea to push for a statement…
“We’ve got your flight booked for tomorrow. That’ll put you home in time for the last two games of the season. I think everyone would like to see you there.”
“That’s amazing,” Cameron replies, though he avoids my gaze as he says it. “I can’t wait to be back and on the ice.”
I slip from his grasp and head for the bedroom door. As soon as I’m inside, I grab my phone, noticing two new notifications. One missed call from the same number that called me earlier, and then a text when I didn’t answer.
I swipe to open it and sigh.
I was able to speak with Frankie and have arranged a flight for you out of Atlanta to come back to NYC. You did a phenomenal job with Hastens. Can’t wait to have you on my team! I’ll give you a couple of days to get settled back in the city, and then we’ll meet up to discuss.
My lips purse as I type back a quick “thanks” and then lock my phone screen.
This means I have one more night with Cameron. One. That’s it.
I plop down on the edge of the bed and peer out into the living room, where he’s still speaking with Frankie. They’re talking details for his arrival home...
And I won’t even be there for it.
I’ll be jetting back to the city to take on a new client.
