only had on a tank and a pair of old boxers.
You’d think she’d at least take a bit more pride in her appearance when he came over, but this was Cameron. He knew her better than anybody so if she donned something halfway dressy, he’d wonder what was wrong.
Megan feared she’d doomed herself into the friend category for life where Cameron was concerned. She’d had feelings for him for years, yet the man was utterly oblivious.
Once the area was clean and dry, Megan quickly placed butterfly bandages over the cut. The strips weren’t nearly as effective as stitches, but she wasn’t fighting with the stubborn man. Men were like children—you had to pick your battles.
Megan turned to throw away the used supplies and wrappers, only her body and her mind weren’t in sync and she swayed slightly. Strong arms circled her waist, holding her steady in an instant.
“You okay?”
Nodding, Megan closed her eyes as his caring words and warm breath washed over her. “Yeah. The room started spinning for a second. I’m just tired, I guess.”
With a gentle power she’d come to appreciate, he eased her down onto his leg. Megan twisted to face him, wondering if this would turn awkward. She didn’t want awkward anywhere near their perfectly built relationship. They’d been friends too long to allow anything negative or evil to slip in.
When Cameron’s uninjured hand covered her bare thigh, Megan’s first thought was how she was glad she’d shaved that day...or the day before, considering it was after midnight.
Her second thought was that she hoped he didn’t feel her body trembling beneath his touch. Unfortunately, keeping her body controlled around Cameron was impossible.
“Was that call earlier from a client?” he asked, his thumb tracing an invisible pattern over her thigh.
Staring into those eyes, Megan could only nod.
“You’re working yourself too hard, Meg.” His bandaged hand slid up, pushing her hair off her shoulder and down her back. “I know you want to be there for your patients, be there for your brother, but when will you do something for yourself?”
Actually, being on his lap right now fell nicely into the “doing something for yourself” category.
“Are you the pot or the kettle?” she asked with a smile.
A corner of his mouth tipped up into a tired grin, causing the corners of his eyes to crease. “Whichever one you aren’t.”
Megan yawned. “Sorry. You want to crash in the guest room tonight?”
“I’ll just walk home.”
As Megan came to her feet, Cameron stood with her and kept a hand on her waist.
“Dizzy?” he asked.
Shaking her head, Megan started putting the first-aid kit back. “I’m fine. I’ve just not been sleeping lately and with the call and then your injury, I think my body was trying to crash before I was ready.”
Without even looking at the man, she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them, feel him.
“Is your client all right?”
Megan thought back to the call. No matter how many years she’d been counseling, certain topics never got easier to deal with, and there were those special cases that truly touched her heart. Megan wished more than anything she could wave a magic wand and heal all the hurt she dealt with on a daily basis.
“Honestly, no.” Megan put the kit back under the vanity. She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s unstable, scared and can’t live a normal teenage life. It’s not fair and I want to go get her and bring her here. She needs love and guidance and to be able to sleep without worrying about her family.”
After taking one step, Cameron stood in front of her. His good hand came down and rested on the edge of the sink beside her hip.
“You can’t make up for the past, Megan.”
How easily this man could see through her. He knew how she equated every teen to her brother when he’d been an out-of-control hellion after their parents’ deaths. Still, the day Megan quit caring about her clients would be the day she quit her job.
“I can’t,” she agreed, trying not to think about how close he was, how his breath tickled her face or how his body was nearly covering hers. “But I can help one person. I can help steer them toward a better future.”
Cameron wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his hard chest. Tilting her head to rest her cheek against him, Megan inhaled the familiar masculine scent. What she wouldn’t give to be able to wrap her arms around him and have the embrace mean so much more than friendship. An embrace that led to something intimate, something that would take them to the next level.
“Why don’t you concentrate on getting sleep for what’s left of the night?”
Megan eased back and smiled. “You sure you don’t want the spare room?”
Cameron shook his head and took a step back. “I need to be back at the station early. I’ll just head home.”
A sliver of disappointment slid through her, but Megan kept smiling. Seriously, if he stayed it wasn’t like she’d make a move, even though she’d thought she was ready to admit her feelings. Why couldn’t she be more forward about what she wanted? She admired women who targeted a man and went after him.
Megan walked him to the door, rubbing her tired, burning eyes. “If that hand still looks bad by afternoon I want you to think about getting stitches. I’m not a nurse, you know.”
Cameron glanced down to the bandage and shrugged. “It’s not my shooting hand. I’ll be fine.”
Rolling her eyes, Megan reached around him and opened the front door. The living room and foyer were still only illuminated by the light spilling in from the kitchen.
“I have a crazy schedule the next couple of days, but I swear I’ll get that lamp replaced.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Megan covered her mouth as another yawn slipped out. “I’ll just take one from the spare room until I get to a store. No big deal.”
The screen door creaked open as Cameron stepped onto her porch. A cool breeze drifted through as he turned and studied her once more. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he ended up tightening his lips. Megan wanted to know what he was thinking after they’d shared those intense moments.
Finally he swallowed and nodded. “Lock up behind me.”
Megan reached for the screen door to prevent it from slamming. “Always.”
* * *
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Cameron crossed his arms over his chest and stood back, admiring the gaudy gold dragon lamp he’d found on his lunch break at one of the antiques stores in town.
“What?” he asked, pretending to be offended. “It puts out more light than the one you had—plus it was only eight bucks.”
Megan laughed. “You got screwed if you paid more than a dime for that hideous thing.”
“So you’d rather pay more for something that does the exact same thing?”
Megan stepped closer, bending down to inspect the new piece. She wrinkled her nose, squinted her eyes and her mouth contorted into an expression that looked as if she’d just inhaled the sickening aroma of a sewer plant.
This was the exact reaction he’d expected...which was why he’d bought the ugly thing.
“You did this on purpose,” she accused, turning her scrunched face to him. “You know how I am about gifts, and you know I’ll keep it just because you got it for me.”