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current rates and progress, he could well afford it.
    “I feel for you, Cam.” Mike rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I just… I can’t wrap my mind around Mom and Dad not being Mom and Dad, you know?”
    “Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “Mike, I don’t get it. I mean, if they can’t make it work, how the hell can any of us?”
    Mike paused. “You have someone in mind?”
    He didn’t know whether to say or not.
    “Someone tall, blond, and cool? Someone hot but mean? Your type?”
    Cam huffed. “Obvious, huh?”
    “Uh-huh. Like at Christmas when you two were all flushed and close in Colin’s bedroom? That look of ‘I just sucked face’? Yeah, I saw that.”
    “Oh. That.” Cam scrambled for some excuse and came up with nothing.
    “Hey, if anyone can tame that woman, it’s you. I believe in you, bro.” Mike grinned. “Is that why you’re always working out at the gym when you have your own fitness place in the condo?”
    “Not a word.”
    Mike held up his hands. “Not from me. But she’s not stupid. The first time you take her home, you… Oh hell. You can’t take her home. Not with Dad in the next room.” For the first time that morning, Mike laughed with real amusement. “You’re fucked.”
    “I know.” Glum and realizing his love life—that he didn’t even have yet—was already suffering, Cam swore and made his way to his real estate agent, now desperate for an office away from his father.
    ***
    Hard at work on Wednesday afternoon, Vanessa found her thoughts wandering to Cameron and his new roommate. What must that be like, living as an adult with one’s father?
    She shivered to think of her own and focused on her clients’ audits. As a senior accountant, she had a number of people working under her. Which meant the potential for a lot of mistakes. After looking over Francie’s impeccable—as always—work, she picked up her ringing phone. “Vanessa Campbell.”
    “Vanessa? Can you come to my office?”
    “Sure, Bill. Be right there.” She saved her work and headed down the hall. McNulty, Peterman employed two hundred and fifty people and was considered one of the top accounting firms in the city. She was proud to be a part of a company she respected, as well as working for a boss she not only trusted but also liked.
    After hearing how Maddie’s boss had sexually harassed her and the many dozens of stories told by her other friends, she treasured Bill Peterman. He saw her value, of course, but he would also never ask anyone to do what he himself wasn’t prepared to do.
    She knocked. When he told her to come in, she entered and halted. Dear God. Not this guy again.
    John Willington, the man she’d dated a few weeks ago, the same one who’d gone on and on about how great he was, stood smiling. “Hello, Vanessa. We meet again.”
    She turned to Bill with confusion. “Ah, Bill?”
    Bill smiled, though the expression didn’t reach his eyes. Not good. “Vanessa, you already know John Willington, I gather. John’s representing our newest client, Bellemy Tech. He specifically requested that you work with them.”
    Not one to pull punches, Vanessa flat-out rejected the idea. “I’m flattered, but as John and I previously dated, I don’t feel it would be right to blur professional lines with personal ones.”
    John surprised her by smiling. “That’s why I asked for you. That driven, professional reputation you have precedes you.”
    Bill started to relax. Vanessa, not so much. She had a funny feeling. “Oh?”
    “Yes. A few of your clients, specifically friends of mine at Drey Dining and Anna Lee’s, all recommended you as an honest accountant who won’t steer me wrong. Our personal history aside, I’d like to hire your company to work with us.”
    “What happened to your previous accountants?” Bellemy Tech had a large number of employees, and their current revenue had made the Forbes top twenty list of technological companies on the rise.
    “I’m in charge of the