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professionally, I was interested in getting to know her better. Maybe this was what I’d heard about in my women’s college pep rallies, women helping women. She might surprise me.
    We stepped out of the building and went our separate ways. I hadn’t taken two steps toward Delaney’s before I saw him.
    My heart stopped, and a rapid heat washed over me. His lips parted and his breath clouded in the cold air when our eyes met. I forgot everything. Where I was, where I was going, who I was. In that split second all I could think about was who I was the last time we saw each other. Vulnerable, heartbroken, so in love with him I was sick over it.
    I’d packed the photos of us away long ago, but every memory came rushing back. He was everything I’d remembered and more. Literally, he was more. The coat couldn’t hide the broadness of his chest and shoulders. I marveled anew at the definition of his cheekbones and strong jaw line covered with fine stubble. His hair had grown out again, but not long enough to obscure the blue eyes that he and his sister shared. They cut through me now, filled with an intensity I couldn’t name.
    He stalked closer, his expression unreadable. I couldn’t breathe. Actually I couldn’t stop breathing. I was heaving like a maniac and the fog in the air left no doubt.
    “Hey,” he said softly.
    “Cameron.” His name fell off my lips and my body weakened, a remembered feeling he’d given me so many times before. I fought the urge to touch him, curl up against his body, knowing he’d hold me up. Eli had been all wrong. This was a terrible idea.
    I swallowed hard and lost myself in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
    “Olivia said you worked down here. I thought maybe we could catch up.”
    “Catch up?” Why did I sound so desperate? Where was corporate Maya? In a matter of seconds his presence had reduced me to a blithering idiot.
    For a split second, he looked how I felt. Overwhelmed, a little lost, paralyzing me with those amazing, penetrating blue eyes. “Do you want to get lunch?”
    “Lunch?” I repeated the last word because I still wasn’t completely in control of my brain. He might have been speaking another language for all the sense this made to me.
    A slow smile came across his lips. Fucking hell, those lips. They looked good, and it’d been far too long since I’d had anyone’s lips on me.

CHAPTER THREE

    CAMERON. Olivia was right. Maya was different. I recognized her, but after a few minutes, I knew that she’d changed more than her hair and the way she dressed.
    We sat in a little bistro a few blocks away from where she worked. Everyone in the place was wearing a suit. She didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t, which was reassuring because I didn’t care either. I’d watched my father put on a suit every day, and that had been enough for me. Of course Maya was probably more concerned with me showing up out of nowhere than with the dress code for lower Manhattan bistros. She hadn’t interrogated me yet on why I’d sought her out.
    After Olivia told me about their run in, I’d stayed up half the night, trying with little success to push her from my thoughts. By morning I realized I couldn’t wait weeks, years, or maybe forever to run into her by chance. Something about knowing we were in the same city at the same time felt karmic. I needed to act on it—open the door, walk through it, and see what was on the other side, even if it was only friendship, or nothing at all.
    “So what did you want to talk about?” She tucked her pale blond hair behind her ear. She wore it long like she used to, but the soft waves that once framed her face were sleek and straight now.
    “I don’t know.” I hadn’t thought this through too well. I should have known what I wanted to achieve before ambushing her. I had no idea what to expect from her after all this time though, so I’d have to make it up as I went.
    The server brought our meals, and I distracted myself with