Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes) by Melody Anne Read Free Book Online Page A

And now I just finished making breakfast. You hungry?”
    Her stomach growled her answer and he chuckled. She wished she could be stubborn enough to insist he get out, but she really was starving, although she didn’t see how she could be after pigging out the night before.
    “Would you leave so I can get up?”
    “Why? I saw plenty last night,” he said with an exaggerated wink.
    “That’s just plain rude, Cam!” she snapped, sending him a look that should have shaken his confidence, if only a little.
    “You weren’t thinking I was rude last night.”
    “I was drugged and out of it. A real man wouldn’t have taken advantage of that fact.”
    He stepped into the room and her heart thudded as she wondered what he was going to do. Slowly, so slowly, he approached the bed, set his coffee cup down on her nightstand, and then leaned down, his face now only inches from hers.
    “I showed more restraint last night than could be expected of any mortal man. Now, if you want to thank me properly . . .” he said, with enough of a growl that her stomach was now flipping for reasons that had nothing to do with food.
    “I need privacy,” she managed to squeak out, but was afraid to move even an inch as his scent enveloped her, making her realize if he were to touch her, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep from grabbing him.
    “As you wish,” he said, backing off immediately, picking up his cup, and sauntering out of her room.
    Breathing deeply, she lay there until she felt that her body was safely under control, then finally flipped back the covers and climbed out of bed. She couldn’t wake up to Cam. It was far too hard on her hormones.
    Stepping into her bathroom, she decided a shower was in order. As hungry as she was, she hadn’t washed her hair in a while, and until she scrubbed every inch of her poor body, she wasn’t going to feel as if she’d beaten the cold that had dragged her down for days.
    After she dried off, she peeked in her bedroom—no, Cam wasn’t there—then walked over to her closet and selected a warm outfit. Style, for once, wasn’t on her mind.
    Now clean, clothed, and craving food, she couldn’t put off seeing Cam any longer. She emerged from her bedroom and found him sitting at the table, reading her newspaper.
    The phone rang before she could say anything. Stepping over, she picked it up and then immediately regretted that decision.
    “What can I do for you, Kitty?” she said, trying to have patience. The woman had been her client only for a few days and already Grace was wondering how she was going to get through this wedding. At least she wasn’t drawing the event out for a year.
    “What did you just say?” Grace wasn’t sure she’d heard the woman correctly. But when she repeated it, Grace wanted to slap her.
    After a few moments she finally hung up the phone and then was even more grouchy than when she’d come down the stairs, therefore poor Cam was about to get the brunt of her anger.
    “Make yourself right at home,” she said with a scowl before moving to the coffeepot and pouring herself a fresh cup.
    “Don’t mind if I do,” he murmured, unaffected by her ill mood.
    She sat down, refusing to serve herself yet. That would excuse his behavior. Where in the world had all the groceries come from? She was really a boxed-food kind of gal—who had the time or the energy to cook whole meals? Boring . . . Baking, on the other hand, she absolutely loved to do.
    “What was that phone call about? You seem upset,” he finally said.
    “That was my client from hell,” she murmured.
    “I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he said.
    “Really?” she gasped. “She was just telling me that her grandmother just had the gall to die on her and so now her seating chart was all messed up. She’s demanded a meeting this afternoon to get it fixed.”
    Cam sat there, his eyes widening as he looked at her as if trying to figure out if she was speaking the truth or not. When she