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As though on cue, Cooper came up with another load of boxes to add to the existing pile.
“Hey, man,” Coop said, putting down the boxes.
“Hey,” I practically gasped. My best friend’s prescience should have been a bucket of ice water on my burning body, but it wasn’t. Camilla had me too wound up. I needed to calm down fast.
“Glad you are here.” He nodded towards the door. “Help me out with the rest of this?” Cooper asked.
“Sure.” How could I refuse?
I followed him back down to the garage, taking deep breaths every step of the way. We started to haul up Camilla’s bed, which I did my best not to think about. Apparently, Cooper was thinking along similar lines.
“I have a favor to ask.” He eyed me as we waited, cramped into the elevator with the mattress.
“Okay,” I said, not wanting to turn him down before I knew what it was.
“Would you keep an eye on Camilla for me? I mean, your neighbors now so it should be pretty simple. Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble or attract the wrong guy.”
A pretty tall order considering that, according to him, every guy was the wrong guy when it came to Camilla.
“Sure,” I said, unable to find a polite way to say no.
He slapped me on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. You’re basically a big brother to her, too. I mean, you’ve been around since she was a kid.”
“I guess,” I said, feeling pale.
I honestly didn’t like thinking about that. Yeah, I’d known Camilla for over two decades, but she had grown up since then, at least physically, and I didn’t feel brotherly toward her at all. My feelings were of a much different sort.
The unloading of the moving truck went pretty fast. Which wasn’t too surprising considering the burden was now being shared. Two were usually better than one. Especially when one of those involved was a trained physical specimen who’s body was a lethal weapon. Cooper was in pretty good shape, too.
“My heroes,” Camilla said, putting on her best damsel voice and clasping her hands together.
“All in a day’s work, ma’am,” I said, channeling Golden Age Superman.
“I’ll order a pizza,” Camilla said, dialing her phone as she headed for her bedroom.
I wanted to leave, but Coop slumped down onto the couch and offered me a beer. Apparently, we were hanging out now. The pizza was ordered, all I had to do was act natural.
Little did I know I was in for another test. Camilla emerged from her bedroom, wearing a crop top and a pair of tight yoga pants that barely came up over her hips, giving me a very generous view of lacy panties. Not to mention some good looks at her sexy belly. Mercifully, the pizza came fast, and I managed to inhale thee slices so it wouldn’t look rude when I fled in an attempt to escape the sweet, siren call of temptation.
With Camilla this close, I was in a lot of trouble.
