her, and he moved away a scant inch to look at her with those golden brown eyes.
Oh boy. If only he'd left the reflective sunglasses on, this would be easier. Eve sighed and, sounding
breathless, whispered, "Don't you dare start something you can't finish."
Awareness flared in his eyes. "Trust me, honey, I can finish it."
Lord help her. "Right." Eve cleared her throat—and held him back when he would have kissed her
again. "I'm pretty sure you can. But you see... I have to leave in twenty minutes. I'm meeting a
prospective client."
"Have dinner with me tonight."
She shook her head. "That's impossible. You just met your sisters. Surely they want—"
"I want you. The sooner the better."
He certainly knew how to make a point. "Be fair, Dean. What if Cam is already making plans? I'm
her best friend. I can't infringe on that."
"I'l spend the day with her until dinner."
"She has to work, too." Seeing that he wasn't about to give up, and knowing she didn't even real y want him to, Eve thought fast. "I'm having dinner with my folks. But afterward ..." Her voiced dropped off as his hand curved around her neck. His fingertips teased along her sensitive nape.
"Give me an address and a time." His voice went low and gruff and his lips lightly touched hers. "I'l be there."
Given how she felt now, al hot and trembling, she'd never survive until then. If she didn't love her
parents so much, she'd cancel on them. "Eight o'clock?"
After one smal nod, he took her mouth again, and somehow, in the next few seconds, she ended up
standing and pressed against his hard body. One hand stil clasped her neck, keeping her in close,
and the other coasted down her back to cup around her behind. He stroked, squeezed, then groaned
softly.
"God, you have a great ass."
Using his hold on her there, he snuggled her up close against his lower body. Eve caught her breath.
The man was solid muscle, sizzling heat, and restrained power. Pressed against him so tightly, she
felt every inch of him, and got a tantalizing glimpse of how it'd be.
She would have groaned, too, but he didn't give her a chance. Suddenly, through no effort of her
own, she was back in her seat, confused and cold, and he was in his, looking bored.
What in the world...
Cam strode back in. She had her mouth open to say something, but she looked at Eve and snapped
her teeth together. Drawing to a halt in the middle of the kitchen floor, she looked at them both
suspiciously.
Eve knew she should say something, but al she managed was a smile that she knew came off
rather guilty and insincere. How had Dean heard Cam's approach? She'd been only aware of him, of
his taste and muscular frame and hot, stirring scent.
"Everything okay?" Cam asked.
Dean answered for her, saving her from trying to find her voice. "I take it Jacki was unaware of the
letter you sent me?"
Now Cam flushed. "Yes. I'm sorry. The only one who knew was Eve."
Grateful for a neutral topic. Eve jumped in. "But I didn't put it together when you showed up at the bar last night. Cam wrote that letter awhile ago."
"And you didn't tel Lorna about it?"
Cam shook her head.
"Because she never wanted you to contact me."
Cam shared a look with Eve. Wishing she could reassure her friend. Eve smiled. "Lorna never
talked about you, Dean. Cam was so young when you left—"
"When I was taken away."
Cam seemed frozen, unable to respond.
Eve, however, had no such problems. "What do you mean?"
"I didn't leave on my own. Hel , I was only a kid. I had no choice in the matter. Grover took me
because Lorna refused to have al three of us."
Cam shook her head. "No, that can't be right."
"How do you know, if Lorna never spoke of me?"
Blindly Cam groped for a chair. "But.. . you see, I barely remembered you."
"You mean you quickly forgot about me."
Dean said that without any emotion at al , but stil Eve winced. What awful misconceptions did he
have? Probably none worse than Cam's.
Shaking her head, Cam