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thigh, Megan’s first thought was how she was glad she’d shaved that day...or the day before, considering it was after midnight.
    Her second thought was that she hoped he didn’t feel her body trembling beneath his touch. Unfortunately, keeping her body controlled around Cameron was impossible.
    “Was that call earlier from a client?” he asked, his thumb tracing an invisible pattern over her thigh.
    Staring into those eyes, Megan could only nod.
    “You’re working yourself too hard, Meg.” His bandaged hand slid up, pushing her hair off her shoulder and down her back. “I know you want to be there for your patients, be there for your brother, but when will you do something for yourself?”
    Actually, being on his lap right now fell nicely into the “doing something for yourself” category.
    “Are you the pot or the kettle?” she asked with a smile.
    A corner of his mouth tipped up into a tired grin, causing the corners of his eyes to crease. “Whichever one you aren’t.”
    Megan yawned. “Sorry. You want to crash in the guest room tonight?”
    “I’ll just walk home.”
    As Megan came to her feet, Cameron stood with her and kept a hand on her waist.
    “Dizzy?” he asked.
    Shaking her head, Megan started putting the first-aid kit back. “I’m fine. I’ve just not been sleeping lately and with the call and then your injury, I think my body was trying to crash before I was ready.”
    Without even looking at the man, she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them, feel him.
    “Is your client all right?”
    Megan thought back to the call. No matter how many years she’d been counseling, certain topics never got easier to deal with, and there were those special cases that truly touched her heart. Megan wished more than anything she could wave a magic wand and heal all the hurt she dealt with on a daily basis.
    “Honestly, no.” Megan put the kit back under the vanity. She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s unstable, scared and can’t live a normal teenage life. It’s not fair and I want to go get her and bring her here. She needs love and guidance and to be able to sleep without worrying about her family.”
    After taking one step, Cameron stood in front of her. His good hand came down and rested on the edge of the sink beside her hip.
    “You can’t make up for the past, Megan.”
    How easily this man could see through her. He knew how she equated every teen to her brother when he’d been an out-of-control hellion after their parents’ deaths. Still, the day Megan quit caring about her clients would be the day she quit her job.
    “I can’t,” she agreed, trying not to think about how close he was, how his breath tickled her face or how his body was nearly covering hers. “But I can help one person. I can help steer them toward a better future.”
    Cameron wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his hard chest. Tilting her head to rest her cheek against him, Megan inhaled the familiar masculine scent. What she wouldn’t give to be able to wrap her arms around him and have the embrace mean so much more than friendship. An embrace that led to something intimate, something that would take them to the next level.
    “Why don’t you concentrate on getting sleep for what’s left of the night?”
    Megan eased back and smiled. “You sure you don’t want the spare room?”
    Cameron shook his head and took a step back. “I need to be back at the station early. I’ll just head home.”
    A sliver of disappointment slid through her, but Megan kept smiling. Seriously, if he stayed it wasn’t like she’d make a move, even though she’d thought she was ready to admit her feelings. Why couldn’t she be more forward about what she wanted? She admired women who targeted a man and went after him.
    Megan walked him to the door, rubbing her tired, burning eyes. “If that hand still looks bad by afternoon I want you to think about