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date and the girl who’d sneaked out with him and his brothers that same night and got absolutely plastered near the lake.
    She was pretty much family. So why was she looking at him beneath those heavy lids? Why was he enjoying this rush of new sensations, wondering if she had deeper feelings? He shouldn’t want her to have stronger emotions for him. That added complication was the last thing either of them needed.
    “Come with me.”
    Cameron blinked. “Excuse me?”
    Megan smiled. “To the bathroom. You’re too stubborn to go get stitches, so I’ll fix you up with my first-aid kit.”
    When she turned and headed back down the hall, Cameron released a breath he hadn’t been aware he’d bottled up. Had he been the only one thinking about what would happen if they kissed? The way she’d looked at him, his mouth, as though she wanted more, wasn’t something he’d made up. But the desire flashing in her eyes was gone in a second.
    What was going on in that head of hers? More to the point, what the hell was he going to do if her feelings did match his?
    “Cam?”
    Pushing off the edge of the counter, Cameron moved through the kitchen. They were both sleep deprived; that was all. He’d been without a woman for so long, was so wrapped up in work, and Megan had quite a bit on her plate, as well.
    Once daylight came, once reality settled back in and the ambience was gone, this intense moment would be forgotten. Wouldn’t it?
     

Chapter Four
    M egan squeezed her eyes shut and willed her hands to stop shaking. That was a close call. She’d nearly ignored every single red flag waving around in her mind and kissed Cameron.
    She’d been examining his hand one second and the next she’d found herself lost in those St. John signature blue eyes. After just coming off a phone call with one of her teen clients, Megan had wanted to lose herself in Cameron, even if only for a moment. Bad idea, bad timing.
    Heavy footsteps sounded down the hall. Megan stepped aside to give Cameron room. Her guest bath was the smallest in her house, but it was where she kept her first-aid kit.
    Without a word he came in and sat down on the edge of the garden tub. If she thought the bathroom was tiny before, having a man of Cameron’s size there only solidified the fact.
    “I can take care of this at home,” he informed her. “It’s the middle of the night.”
    Ignoring him, Megan cleaned the area, concentrating on her task and not the enclosed space or the warmth radiating from Cameron’s body...or the fact she stood directly between his spread legs and 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