“You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m leaving soon, and-”
“Katie.”
She took a breath. “Yeah?”
“The thing with you and Cam? If he’s happy, I’m good. And you should know, he seems happier now than I can remember him being. I think that’s because of you.”
“That might have just recently changed. Big time.”
Stone looked into her eyes. “What did he do?”
“Actually, I did it.”
“Ah.” He just looked at her a moment, his eyes so like Cam’s. “He’s pretty tough. I imagine if you told him your feelings and he retreated, he just needs to think. He’s a thinker, our Cam, and-”
“My feelings?”
“You know. How you feel about him.”
“I don’t know how I feel-” But she did. She so did. “You don’t understand,” she whispered, her throat thick. “I’ve hammered him and hammered him to open up, to share, and then when it came right down to it, when he asked me for the same, I backed off.”
“Well, welcome to the Wilder House, where we all screw up, and often. Luckily, we’re hardheaded but pretty forgiving. You’ll figure it out, and so will he.” Standing up, he gave her a shoulder squeeze, then took the file he needed and left her alone.
She leaned back against her desk. She’d figure it out? When? And how? She was leaving in less than a week.
Being at Wilder had truly been one of the most amazing experiences of her life, and she knew for many reasons, on so many levels, she’d never forget it. Never forget him-
The entire lodge suddenly shook with a loud, thundering boom. In blind panic, she whirled, and plowed right into Cam’s hard chest.
“Hey.” He pulled her in close. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just Nick closing one of the steel doors on the Dumpster outside.”
She lifted her head. Her ears were ringing. “What?”
“I know, it’s loud as hell, but it’s not gunshots if that’s what you were thinking.”
“No, I-” She’d been thinking of the shuddering boom sound the bridge had made right before it’d collapsed, but she swallowed hard and fought for composure, which meant relaxing the fingers that had fisted tight in his shirt. “Just caught me off guard that’s all!”
“It’s more than that.” He backed up. “You want to be mad at me for earlier, for what I said, fine, but at least admit it. You dwell on the past as much as I have.”
“I have nothing to admit,” she said coolly, her heart still hammering. “And less than nothing to be dwelling over. I didn’t lose a career. A life. A loved one. In fact, I’ve lost nothing, so I feel obligated to do the opposite of dwell.” All in the name of those who hadn’t lived.
“Katie.” His hands were on her arms, still steadying her, when Stone poked his head out of the office. He took one look at her and frowned in concern.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“She’s lying,” Cam said.
“You be quiet.” She moved past him to the filing cabinet. He’d showered and smelled like heaven, of course. He’d also changed into a pair of threadbare jeans that were so loose they’d sunk low on his hips, and a long-sleeved Henley that smelled so good she wanted to bury her nose in it again.
Or maybe that was the man himself.
Stone had said she had feelings for him, and Stone had been right. She loved him. She loved him and had no idea what to do with that.
Annie came up the stairs and as she did every day, tossed the day’s mail onto Katie’s desk. She wasn’t smiling and was back in her baggy clothes. Her apron said: EAT ME. “Don’t start,” she said, then turned to Cam and Stone. The three of them stared at each other awkwardly.
“Stone told you,” Annie said to Cam.
“I’m trying to forget it if that helps.”
“Stone told Cam what?” Katie asked.
“Nothing,” Annie said.
They all stared at each other some more.
“Okay, seriously,” Katie said. “What’s going on?”
The silence got even heavier. “Okay, here’s an idea. Maybe each of us should just spit out our problem and move on.”
“We already talk plenty.” Annie sent the guys a scathing look. “We see plenty. I’m going on record as not needing to be seen again.”
“Why don’t you go first?” Cam said to Katie, arching a brow.
“Fine. I was stupid enough to get drunk last night, okay? I needed a ride home, and then I puked. I puked in front of Cam, which means now I can’t even look him directly in the eyes. There.” She let out a breath and tossed up her hands. “I feel so much better. Now who’s next?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Cam said quietly.
“Hey, I get brownie points for going first. One thing at a time. Who’s next?”
They all just looked at her. Not a single one of them was free with their feelings, and who was she to judge? At least they loved each other, through thick and thin, to hell and back. Sure, their love was in the form of yelling and shoving and bullying, but it was there, it was real, and she…and she wanted to be a part of it. Damn. Damn, that was really unexpected. “Anyone?”
Cam kept his mouth firmly shut.
So did Stone.