Instant Attraction
Page 59“I could?”
“She could?” Cam said, just as surprised.
“Yes, but vaginas only. No dicks.” Serena grinned and pointed at Cam. “And you, Cam Wilder, are a d-”
“Whoops,” Harley said, covering Serena’s mouth, pulling her toward the door. “I think that’s enough vodka-induced insults.”
Katie stared after them, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the vodka and everything to do with…belonging.
“Are you grinning at anything in particular?” Cam asked.
She focused in on him. He was irritated. Wait. Not just irritated, but actually holding her upright. When had that happened? “They like me. They really like me.”
“Okay, Sally Fields, let’s go.”
“They really do.”
“Look, don’t take this wrong, but it might have more to do with Serena wanting to hurt me than her liking you.”
Well, hell, if that didn’t cut through the nice buzz she had going. “Did you ever think that maybe not everything is about you?”
“She’s my ex, Katie.”
“And now she’s my friend.” She pulled free of Cam and went to straighten her glasses but managed only to poke herself in the eye. “Ouch.”
Cam tried to take a hold of her again, but she shook her head, which then swam. “Whoa.” She winced at both that and her increasingly slurred voice. Apparently, she really was quite tanked. “Listen, I might be your employee, and I might have a crush on you, and I might want to have some more…” She lowered her voice, “Sex.”
He lifted his hands. “All I’m trying to do is take your drunk ass home.”
“I’m not-”
“Please, you’re ripped one hundred ways to next week.”
“You know what? Fine.”
“Fine.” He gestured ahead of him to his truck. She lifted her chin and took two steps toward it, then tripped over her own feet, hitting the sidewalk on all fours.
“Goddammit.” She was scooped up into a set of hard, warm arms. Which really was just where she wanted to be. So she sighed and snuggled in, pressing her face to his throat, exposed since she still had his scarf.
And then, because she couldn’t help herself, she kissed the warm flesh. And then, because she really couldn’t help herself, she gently sucked a patch of his skin into her mouth.
“Okay,” he said shakily. “None of that.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m no fun?”
“No, you’re not. In fact, you’re the opposite of fun. You, Cam Wilder, are a fun sucker.”
He opened his passenger door and deposited her inside, then came around and got in the driver’s side. “I’m the definition of fun.”
“If that were true, you’d have had me naked by now.”
“Not that drunk.”
He swore beneath his breath again and started the truck.
“Huh.”
He slid her a look. “Huh what?”
“I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”
He said a big load of his famed nothing to that.
“You’re hard to read. I mean, sometimes I can tell. Like when you have your tongue down my throat, I know what you’re thinking then.”
This tore a laugh from him.
“I came here for adventure, Cam. To risk. To live.”
He stopped laughing. “I know.”
“And I got all that. Especially the adventure-which turned out to be you. You’re my adventure, Cam, all dark and dangerously alluring.”
He slid her another long look, but he still didn’t enlighten her on his thoughts. And he didn’t take her to Wilder Adventures either, but instead pulled into a driveway in front of a house near the end of town.
The two-story Victorian had a sign out front that read: DR. SINCLAIR, URGENT CARE. CLOSED. “You’re sick?” she asked.
“I thought she gets her diabetes supplies from the UPS guy.”
“This is for our first-aid kits.” He paused. “Dangerously alluring?”
“It’s all in your eyes. Well, and your butt. You have a great butt. Doc’s closed, Cam.”
“He’s recently had a heart attack and hasn’t yet found someone to take the place over for him.” He turned off the truck and opened the door. “I’ll be right back.” He pointed at her. “Don’t go on any joy rides without me.”
“I’ve never been on a joy ride in my life.”
“Well then, don’t start now.”
When she was alone, she let out a long breath and watched him walk up the path. Both of him. Good God, she really was quite drunk.
Something rang, startling her; then she laughed. It was her cell phone. She patted down her pockets before she realized it was in her purse on the floor. She reached for it and ended up on the floor boards. Odd how being drunk really did affect one’s motor skills…
Cam gave up knocking on Doc’s door and went back to his truck. He opened the door, then paused at the sight of Katie on her knees.
Her hair had slipped out of its restraints. Her eyes were glassy but full of the life that was like a punch to his gut every single time he looked at her. Her cheeks were red, her mouth curved in the smile that never failed to cause a chain reaction on his.