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feel as if she was seventeen years old again.
    Of course, her teenage heart had been filled with more love than lust, and though she’d given herself to him willingly, even eagerly, she’d been unprepared for the complete and total heartbreak that was all he’d left her with when he went away.
    A heartbreak that, at the time, she didn’t ever think she would recover from. A heartbreak that she’d felt even deeper and sharper than the pain caused by Trevor’s betrayal.
    She’d loved Cam once and he’d trampled all over her emotions. She wouldn’t let him do it again. She didn’t want to feel anything for the man who’d broken her fragile heart so many years before.
    But as she kissed him back, she couldn’t deny that she was feeling something, though she didn’t know how to define what that something was.
    Attraction? Undoubtedly. Cam Turcotte had been a teenage heartthrob, and the years had added to rather than detracted from his appeal.
    Lust? No doubt a healthy dose of that had been thrown into the mix. And maybe that wasn’t surprising, considering that she was a twenty-nine-year-old woman who hadn’t been on a date since the end of her engagement.
    She’d had offers. When she’d gone out with Paige andMegan or friends from work, she’d been approached by men who expressed an interest. But she hadn’t even been tempted. In fact, she hadn’t felt anything but numb for so long she didn’t know what to think about the feelings that were spiraling through her now.
    When would she ever learn?
    Obviously the trauma of slicing open her hand had affected her brain. It was the only explanation for letting him kiss her, for letting the kiss go as far as it did.
    He’d caught her in a moment of weakness, but she was drawing the line, right here and right now. She would not get caught up in the seductive magnetism of Cam Turcotte. Not again.
    She had to end this now—that would be the smart thing to do. But it felt so good to be held and kissed and…cherished.
    Except that he didn’t cherish her. He never had. Because if he’d truly treasured her and what they had together, he wouldn’t have walked away so easily.
    Which was why, this time, she had to be the one to walk.
    She tore her mouth from his and pushed against his chest.

Chapter Four
    A shley stumbled back and cried out in pain. The obvious distress in her voice effectively doused Cam’s raging libido. He drew in a slow, deep breath then reached for her hand. She shook her head and took another step back, as if she couldn’t bear to have him touch her.
    He didn’t know what he’d done to make her withdraw so abruptly and completely, but he wasn’t thinking about that at the moment. He was thinking about the fact that her eyes were clouded with pain now rather than lust, and he worried that she might have re-injured her hand.
    “I just want to make sure that you’re not bleeding again,” he told her.
    This time when he reached for her hand, she didn’t object. He carefully peeled back the gauze to check the wound, pleased to see that none of the stitches had opened up.
    “It looks okay,” he said, refastening the tape.
    She nodded.
    “But I want to know why you’re not taking the painkillers when it’s obvious that you’re in pain.”
    “I told you, I don’t like taking any medication unnecessarily.”
    Ashley had never been practiced in the art of deception, and the fact that she didn’t look at him when she spoke told him more clearly than her words that there was something she was holding back.
    “If you’re hurting, it’s necessary,” he insisted.
    “I’m fine.”
    “What medications are you taking that you didn’t want to tell me about?”
    The question was a stab in the dark, but her lack of response made him believe it had been an accurate one.
    “We can argue back and forth for another few minutes if you really want,” he told her. “But I’m not backing off until you tell me.”
    “Fedentropin,” she finally