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Me: I refuse to be baited like this.
Cameron: I was going to say Ian, but if you feel like it applies to you, not much I can do about that.
I smothered a smile.
Cameron: What are you doing?
Flipping the camera around, I took a picture of myself laying in bed. There was nothing salacious about it, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves when I sent it off. My hand rested on the soft rise and fall of my stomach, and I bit down on my bottom lip while he tapped out a response, wondering just how long I could play with these flames before I was irreparably burned.
Cameron: I refuse to be baited like this.
I laughed out loud when my phone started ringing. I slid my thumb across the screen and answered.
“Yes?”
I was grinning like a lunatic, and I wondered if he could hear it.
“You win. What are you wearing?”
“Dear Lord, is that your best opening line?”
Cameron made a growling sound that had my toes curling. “Tell me. Or I’m coming over there and finding out myself.”
“You have to work,” I informed him primly. “You should be ashamed of that desk.”
He sighed. “Fine. You lying in bed all day?”
“I was going to nap because someone tired me out last night.”
Cameron made a low, chuckling sound. “Yeah?”
“Don’t sound so smug. It’s not cute.”
“I don’t know, duchess, I think you found me plenty cute last night.”
That damn nickname. I was so glad he couldn’t see me.
I didn’t know what to do with these giddy, winged feelings.
They were horrible. They felt dangerous and undeniably reckless. Something about them being let loose in my body, after one single night, made me feel dangerous and undeniably reckless.
“I did,” I acknowledged quietly.
Cameron let out a shocked exhale on the other end of the phone. “You’re admitting it?”
“Well, there’s hardly any point in denying it, is there?” I sniffed. “You had your mouth between my legs, and I almost plucked every hair out of your head while you considered moving in permanently. If I didn’t find you cute, we’d have a much bigger problem.”
He laughed. “I do love the way you say things, Ivy Lynch.” Then he sighed. “I have another call coming in. Greer found another client for us starting in about a month, and I need to talk to her about their plans.”
“Go,” I told him. “I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up, and I tossed the phone onto the bed. Somehow, the call managed to relax me enough that I was able to sleep for a couple of hours.
I woke groggy and disoriented, then made my way into the kitchen for my third muffin of the day.
“How are they so good?” I muttered. Neville came out of the bedroom, stretching lazily as he crossed the threshold. “How about a walk? I think I need to get some fresh air.”
After changing my clothes, I clipped him to his harness and then the matching leash, and we made our way outside.
