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Take Me in Your Arms
Judy Lynn Hubbard


The sweetest surrender Casual comes easy to Angela Brown. Her three-dates-max rule lets her have fun without getting burned again. But now Cameron Stewart is back in her life. The high-flying corporate lawyer is the one man who answers a deep need within her. No woman could resist his hot, sultry, sensual assault–and Angela doesn't intend to try. She just won't let it go beyond the physical.It's not enough for Cam to get Angela into his bed. They're perfect for each other, and he's sure she knows it, too. And when she's evasive, Cam's persuasive, chipping away at her defenses. One tender, soulful seduction at a time, he'll coax her out of her shell–and into his waiting, loving arms….







The sweetest surrender

Casual comes easy to Angela Brown. Her three-dates-max rule lets her have fun without getting burned again. But now Cameron Stewart is back in her life. The high-flying corporate lawyer is the one man who answers a deep need within her. No woman could resist his hot, sultry, sensual assault—and Angela doesn’t intend to try. She just won’t let it go beyond the physical.

It’s not enough for Cam to get Angela into his bed. They’re perfect for each other, and he’s sure she knows it, too. And when she’s evasive, Cam’s persuasive, chipping away at her defenses. One tender, soulful seduction at a time, he’ll coax her out of her shell—and into his waiting, loving arms….


“Can I tempt you with something?”

He smiled mischievously. “I was just about to fix some lunch.”

“No, thanks. I’ve got to get back for a staff meeting.”

“Okay.” He slowly walked toward her, eating up her oxygen with each step he took. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Sure.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I’m glad you’re okay and that you’re following the doctor’s orders and resting.” She breathed a little easier as she slipped back into her professional mode.

“I told you I would. Didn’t you believe me?”

“Let’s just say that I’m pleasantly surprised you are being a good boy.”

“Normally, I’m not, but I have motivation to be.” He ran a hand lightly down her arm before grasping her fingers. “Very lovely incentive.”

“I need to leave now.”

“If you must.” He reluctantly released her hand. “See you tomorrow night.”

If she had any sense, she’d cancel their date. Her strong reaction to his immense charm was disquieting. But she knew if she tried to back out now, he would unleash more of that charm against her until she gave in again. And frankly, she didn’t think her heart could take it. Therefore, she would go on one date with him as she’d promised, but that was it.

“Bye, Cam.” She turned and walked out into the hallway. He followed her to the front door, where she glanced at him and softly ordered, “Next time, answer your phone.”

“I’ll keep it by my side.” He made an X over his heart with a finger—a spot her lips longed to taste. “I promise.”


JUDY LYNN HUBBARD

is a Texas native who has always been an avid reader—particularly of romance. Judy loves well-written, engaging stories with characters she can identify with, empathize with and root for. When writing, she honestly can’t wait to see what happens next; she knows if she feels that way, she’s created characters and a story that readers will thoroughly enjoy, and that’s her ultimate goal.




Take Me in Your Arms

Judy Lynn Hubbard





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Dear Reader (#ulink_513d9e67-be35-5766-a60d-fa421d6c7338),

Finally, here is the sequel to These Arms of Mine! I always intended to write Cam and Angela’s story immediately following Alesha and Derrick’s book, but I was sidetracked by My First Dance. Cam and Angela wouldn’t let me forget about them, though, and I’m pleased that their story is now available.

Currently, I’m working on Victor James’s book (the lovable matchmaking brother from Our First Embrace), and I’m hoping to have his story completed soon. Follow me on my website, Facebook and/or Twitter for updates.

While I hash out some other ideas in my cluttered head, I hope you enjoy Cam and Angela’s story.

As always, thanks for your support. Happy reading!

Judy

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This book is gratefully dedicated to my fabulous readers who emailed, posted on Facebook and contacted me via Twitter asking me to write a story for Cam and Angela.





I sincerely hope you find their story worth the long wait. Thank you for your support, and please know that it and you mean more to me than words can say.


Contents

Cover (#u1499fdd7-322a-5b51-8e4d-3cb6e82da188)

Back Cover Text (#ucfd1b1ea-8f6a-518f-9e35-0579f0b01b92)

Introduction (#ufbf554be-e296-53dc-9349-ef3207213bb5)

About the Author (#u9a1af3df-379b-5577-b64b-450d57ec6ea0)

Title Page (#uf093ac89-8817-54a7-97e0-eecc363764e2)

Dear Reader (#u82a411d8-f5ba-5eaa-8574-2205becce1f8)

Dedication (#u029da3f8-1892-5d97-837c-1e8b214cb818)

Chapter 1 (#u193c598b-90fa-5f95-ac0e-6a5f48842552)

Chapter 2 (#ue31fe8b5-1000-56be-909a-93d2391efba2)

Chapter 3 (#ue5bc28d6-2dba-5170-931b-21d4a89811e2)

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Chapter 1 (#ulink_65d4afeb-f9c8-5ab2-bb5d-f10ee1790e3b)

Cameron Stewart’s pupils dilated happily when his eyes focused on Angela Brown—the beautiful woman he had been thinking a lot about lately. She was standing alone across the room looking somewhat bored. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks that she appeared dateless and made his move. An assured stride carried him determinedly toward Angela, fingers grabbing a drink along the way.

They had met at Alesha and Derrick’s wedding. Derrick was his best friend, and Alesha was Angela’s. He’d been meaning to ask her out for quite some time; however, both of their lives had been extremely crazy for far too long, so it had never happened. They had occasionally seen each other—as they were doing now—at Alesha and Derrick’s house, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to get to know her better, and he intended to make that happen right now.

At thirty-seven, he’d had his fill of dating superficial, money-hungry little girls. He wanted a real woman, and unless his keen lawyer ability to read people had deserted him, Angela fit that bill to a T. From speaking with Alesha and from his own observations, he knew Angela was an accomplished nurse who was dedicated to her career. She was also a wonderful friend and a genuinely nice lady who cared about people. She was just what the doctor ordered, and he intended to happily take his medicine like a good little boy.

“Why, Angela Brown, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, but I’m glad I did.” At his statement, Angela turned from the appetizer tray to face him. “Hello.”

“Hi, Cam.” Angela smiled, and what a beautiful smile it was. “How are you?”

“Much better now that I’m seeing you again.”

“Flatterer.” Her smile brightened, nearly knocking his socks off.

“Just stating a fact, ma’am.” Eyes slowly drifted over her from head to toe. Lord, she was wearing the hell out of her sleeveless little black dress. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks.” She eyed his designer navy suit and returned his compliment, “You look good, too.”

“Having a good time?” At his question, she glanced around the room and shrugged.

“Not really. This isn’t exactly my cup of tea.” At his questioning expression, she elaborated, “Alesha pleaded with me to come. She wanted to have at least one friend to seek refuge with once Derrick started talking politics.”

“Oh, I see.” Cam laughed. “I’m glad she browbeat you into coming.”

A smile played about her full lips. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve been thinking about you lately—a lot.”

“You have?” A perfectly arched brow rose in surprise. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I think that’s a fair question.” She chuckled. “We haven’t seen each other in quite some time.”

“That’s why I’ve been thinking about you.” Cam grinned and added, “It’s way past time we had a bona fide date. So what do you say, gorgeous?” He treated her to a smile designed to melt any resistance. “Will you go out with me?”

“We’ve gone out before, Cam,” Angela reminded him, sipping her tonic and lime. “About six months ago, if memory serves.”

“With Alesha and Derrick in tow.” His distasteful expression elicited a soft laugh from her. “I’m talking about you and me.” He paused for emphasis and stressed, “Alone.”

“We’re alone right now.” A well-manicured hand indicated the secluded corner of the crowded room they occupied. “Aren’t we?”

“This doesn’t count.”

“Why not?” Angela placed a hand on a shapely hip, inviting his eyes to feast on her perfect curves.

“Because we didn’t come together and—” Cam glanced around the room until his eyes locked on their hosts across the room “—because our best friends are hovering around in the background watching us, even though they’re pretending not to.”

Angela followed his gaze to where Alesha and Derrick stood, covertly glancing at them from time to time. She laughed and drawled, “They do seem interested in us, don’t they?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Cam nodded and grinned. “I can practically see the matchmaking wheels turning in their heads.”

Angela suddenly frowned. “I hope not.”

Cam’s eyes refocused on her. “Is the thought of being set up with me so distasteful?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said quickly. “Any woman would consider herself lucky to go out with you.”

“Thanks.” Cam smiled, took a step closer and smoothly replied, “I’m not interested in any woman, though. I only want to go out with you.”

“Cam, you don’t know anything about me,” she said softly.

“That’s what I’m trying to remedy.” He winked, and a smile played about her tempting lips.

“I’ll bet you were a handful growing up.”

“That’s what my mom says,” he admitted with a grin. “Dance with me.”

“There’s no music,” she informed him, and his grin widened.

Please, like I’d let a little detail like that dissuade me. “I’ll sing.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Can you sing?”

“I can carry a tune,” he promised, placing a hand on her waist. “Care to try me?”

His eyes zeroed in on the rapidly beating pulse in her neck, and he smiled. Good, he did affect her. For a moment, he thought she was going to take him up on his offer, but then she shook her head and stepped back. He reluctantly allowed his hand to drop to his side.

“Maybe another time,” she responded a little breathlessly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he promised. “So how about it?”

She blinked. “How about what?”

“Go out with me,” Cam reiterated his previous request.

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t you think it’s about time we see if this spark between us will flame?” He heard, saw and felt her quickly indrawn breath at his suggestive statement.

“Speaking of the time, I think I’ve done my duty for tonight.” She skillfully avoided answering his question. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to say good-night to Derrick and Alesha. I have to be at the hospital very early tomorrow.”

“May I take you home?”

“No, thanks, I have my car.”

“That’s a pity.” He sighed heavily, and she smiled.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He took a step closer, watching her gorgeous eyes constrict at his proximity. “But just so you know, I’m not giving up until you agree to go out with me, Angela.”

“No.” A smile played about her mauve-colored lips that begged to be kissed. “I’m sure you won’t.”

“Do you want me to?” He studied her carefully as she mulled over his question—a question that really wasn’t a difficult one to answer. Her hesitation both intrigued him and gave him hope. “Well?”

“I like you, Cam,” she slowly admitted. “But I’m afraid my plate is entirely too full right now to add anything else to it.”

“But you still have to eat.” His eyes slowly raked over her, and his hands longed to do the same. “Don’t you?”

Confusion lit up her expressive eyes as if she didn’t know exactly how to respond to his question. Good, he had her off balance. Taking advantage of that fact, he moved in closer and trailed a finger down her bare arm, watching her closely the entire time. He felt the shiver that ran through her, heard the soft gasp that escaped from her slightly parted lips and witnessed the noticeable darkening of her brown eyes. She wasn’t as indifferent as she would have him believe.

There was definitely something between them, and the time was finally ripe to explore it. He hadn’t aggressively pursued her when they first met a year ago because frankly he hadn’t had the time to devote to wooing her the way she deserved. However, that wasn’t the case anymore. His commitment to Derrick’s senatorial campaign was fulfilled, and his successful law firm was sailing along smoothly, which left him free to cultivate his personal life—and he was itching to see if Angela Brown would be a good fit in said personal life.

“I...” Angela shook her head as if to clear it and took a step away from him. “It was good seeing you again.” Her voice was breathless and made his skin tingle with excitement.

“You, too.” He grasped her hand, almost groaning at the feel of her soft skin against his, and brought it to his lips. “I look forward to our next encounter, which will be soon, if I have my way.”

She tilted her head to the side, studying him as if she was trying to figure out what to do with him. He had a few ideas he would love to share with her. The thought coerced a wicked grin from him.

“Good night, Cam.” She arched an eyebrow when his grip tightened on her hand before reluctantly releasing it.

“Good night.” He smiled and watched her walk across the room, then say a few words to Derrick and Alesha before heading for the door. She paused, seemed to wage a silent battle and then turned and stared at him. Everything stopped as their eyes met and held for a few electric seconds that seemed like hours. Then she broke eye contact and walked out of the room, taking the light with her.

She was like a breath of fresh air, and he had been deprived of oxygen for far too long. His smile widened, and he rubbed a hand across his bald head before scratching his hair-covered chin. What a beautiful, intriguing woman Angela Brown was. He felt more alive than he had in a long time after being in her presence, and he couldn’t wait until he saw her again.

He felt ridiculously happy and almost giddy from their impromptu meeting, which had him planning his next move. He grinned widely. Oh yeah, it was definitely on.

* * *

Cam shifted the gears of his apple-red Corvette as the car ate up the road. His fingers lovingly caressed the leather-covered steering wheel. He adored this car and found himself wishing he was on the open road so that he could really let her go. However, cognizant of the fact that he was traveling through city streets, he reduced his speed to acceptable levels before coming to a halt at a red light.

He couldn’t wait to get to George Washington University Hospital. There was a gorgeous nurse there with whom he had special business. He grinned as he thought of Angela. She’d be surprised to see him, but he had meant what he said to her a few nights ago—now that the craziness in both their lives had settled down, he had every intention of getting to know her better because he felt alive in her presence, and he was now convinced that she felt the strong attraction between them, too.

He planned on persuading her to have dinner with him—even if it was just cafeteria food. He had done some checking and knew she was on duty tonight, and unable to suppress the need to see her right now, here he was, prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and eat hospital food if it meant he could spend some time with her.

Wow, he really did like her.

He chuckled as the light turned green and his foot depressed the accelerator. He had barely moved when out of the corner of his left eye, he saw a black blur speeding toward him. Turning his head, his eyes widened as a car barreled through the red light.

“I’ll be—”

He tried to maneuver out of the vehicle’s destructive path but was unsuccessful as it collided with his, sideswiping him. He cursed while turning the wheel, trying to right his suddenly out-of-control car.

The entire accident only took seconds that stretched out like interminable minutes. The sounds of crunching, grinding twisted metal, tires screeching, and exploding glass filled his ears as his car went into a tailspin. He frantically tried to control the spinning vehicle, but despite his best efforts, it hit something hard; the airbag deployed, blocking his vision, and then blackness enveloped him.

* * *

Angela Brown walked through the busy halls of George Washington University Hospital toward the emergency room feeling right at home. If there was one place she loved more than the operating room, it was the E.R. with its continuous beehive of activity. She absently ran fingers through her short dark brown, almost black, hair before checking the pockets of her baby-blue scrubs for her watch, which she found and placed on her right wrist. She was on her way to lead the triage team and had no sooner made it into the treatment area when EMS personnel wheeled in a gurney upon which lay an immobile man dressed in an expensive designer suit, whose face was obscured by an oxygen mask.

“What’s the story?” Angela studied the papers handed to her while the other team members transferred the man to the treatment table.

“Motor vehicle collision,” one of the EMS workers answered. “Restrained driver. Airbag deployed.”

“Vitals?”

“Stable.”

“How long has he been unconscious?”

“A few minutes maybe—since we arrived at the scene. Looks like he hit the steering wheel or the dashboard pretty hard.”

“So you couldn’t get a history from him.”

“Nope.”

Angela nodded before turning her attention to her staff. “Is Dr. Donnelly on the way?” At the nod from one of the nurses, she said, “Let’s get started on routine labs and exam, Sheila. I’m sure Dr. Donnelly will order a CT head, spine series, chest X-ray and abdominal series.”

“Will do.”

Angela helped Sheila remove the patient’s designer suit jacket before she pulled his oxygen mask off and let out a shocked gasp. Cam Stewart! It couldn’t be, but it was. She’d know that handsome face anywhere—especially since it had only been a couple of days since she had last seen him.

“Angela?” Sheila touched her arm. “Are you all right?”

“What?” She tore her eyes away from Cam’s unusually impassive face to stare into her friend’s questioning gaze. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Do you know him?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you should let someone else—”

“No!” The single word was spoken more forcefully than she intended. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she said, “I’m fine, Sheila.”

“If you two are involved—”

“We’re not. He’s the best friend of Alesha’s husband,” Angela further explained, referencing their former coworker.

“Oh, I see.” Sheila nodded, satisfied with her explanation. “Well, let’s take good care of him, then.”

“Absolutely,” Angela agreed. She needed to call Alesha and Derrick, but first things first. She snapped back into emergency mode and did her job, saying a silent prayer hoping Cam would be all right.

* * *

“Let me take him and put him down, babe.” Alesha’s hand gravitated toward the sleeping two-month-old son nestled in Derrick’s arms.

“In a minute.” Derrick gazed lovingly at the little boy. “I haven’t seen him all day.”

Alesha smiled tolerantly. “You are spoiling him.”

Derrick glanced up and grinned. “Like you’re not.”

“It doesn’t matter what I do because you’re bad enough for both of us,” Alesha reasoned. “When you’re gone, D.J. just wants to be held and held all day long.”

“And you’re only too happy to oblige, aren’t you?” He chuckled as she softly touched D.J.’s cheek.

Before she could answer, the phone rang. She reached over to pick it up. “Hello.”

“Alesha, it’s Angela.”

“Hi, Angie.” Alesha tucked her legs underneath her. “What’s up?”

“I want you to remain calm.” At Angela’s words, the hair on the back of Alesha’s neck stood up.

“I was calm until you said that.” Alesha sat up a little straighter. “What’s going on?”

“What’s wrong?” Derrick glanced at her, and she shrugged.

“I don’t want you and Derrick to worry,” Angela began. “He’s stable, and I’m sure he’s going to be fine.”

“Who’s going to be fine, Angie?”

“Cam, he was in a car accident.”

“Cam?” Alesha’s worried eyes found Derrick, who immediately tensed at the mention of his best friend. “How bad?”

“What’s happened to Cam?” Derrick asked. Alesha could feel the apprehension rolling off her husband.

“Just a minute, babe.” Alesha touched his cheek reassuringly and continued talking to Angela. “How long has he been there?”

“Not long. He was brought into the E.R. by EMS about an hour and a half ago. I was part of the team working on him. He’s unconscious.” Angela seemed reluctant to admit this, and then hurriedly added, “But his vitals are strong and stable.”

“We’ll be right down, Angie. Thanks for calling.” Alesha hung up the phone without waiting for a response. “Cam was in a car accident. Angie says he’s stable...but unconscious.”

“Damn,” Derrick swore softly and stood.

“Let me take D.J. upstairs, and then we can head out.” She took their still-sleeping son from his arms.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“Of course I do. Cam is family.” She kissed him softly. “He’ll be all right, babe,” she promised before heading for the stairs. “If you leave without me, I’ll have your head.”

“I won’t.” He managed a slight smile. “Hurry.”

“I’ll just tell Emma we’re going and be right back,” she said, referring to their housekeeper as she hurried up the stairs.

* * *

“Jeez,” Cam groaned, eyes closed. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“You have a concussion.” Angela’s fingers touched his badly bruised temple gently. His eyes sprang open at the sound of her voice, and his frowning eyes focused on her.

“Angela?”

“In the flesh.” She smiled, relieved he recognized her.

“Where am I?” He glanced around the stark white room before returning his confused eyes to her.

“In the hospital.” She took out a penlight and shone it into each of his eyes.

“What happened?” He shooed the annoying light away from his eyes. “How did I get a concussion?”

She studied him closely. “Don’t you remember?”

Cam seemed to think for a few minutes before responding, “Some idiot ran a red light and plowed right into me.”

“That’s right.” She glanced at the monitors over his bed to check his vitals, which thankfully were normal.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Cam groaned in misery. “She’s totaled. I know it.”

Angela chuckled at his obvious angst. He looked so comically forlorn over an inanimate object that she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

“I would think you’d be more concerned with your own welfare instead of your car’s.”

“I’m fine.” He pressed a button to raise the head of the bed into a sitting position. “But my poor Yvette.” He dramatically brought both hands to his bald head. “She’s toast.”

Angela tilted her head thoughtfully and asked, “Why do men insist on referring to their vehicles as female?”

His frown quickly turned into a wicked smile. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Of course.” She wanted to keep him talking to make sure he had all his faculties about him.

“Okay.” His smile widened. “On the perfect car, like a good woman, the first thing we notice is the body—the sleek, appealing curves and pleasing aesthetics. If those attributes grab and hold our attention, we can’t wait to see what’s on the inside to make sure she’s not just another pretty face. We check under the hood to see if her engine and inner workings are powerful, well tuned and, more importantly, turn us on. If they do, we have to step inside and sit down to ascertain if her soft curves will cradle us in all the right places—maddeningly caressing us every second we’re inside her, making us feel right at home.” Angela’s breathing was arrested, and she was certain her pupils dilated, judging by Cam’s sexy grin before he continued, “If she’s the right one, she’s responsive to our every whim, caress and desire. She heightens all of our senses and gives us the ride of our lives until we can’t wait to get back inside of her again and again.”

Angela was breathing hard when his soft, sexy voice finally ended the most erotic description of a car she had ever heard. Mercy, she needed a cold glass of water.

“I see.” She purposefully averted her eyes on the pretense of removing the blood pressure cuff from his muscled upper arm.

“You asked.” Cam’s voice held a hint of laughter.

“I did.” She turned away from his intense gaze to pour him some water.

“Are you all right?”

She took a moment to compose herself before turning around to face him again. “The question is, are you all right?” Thankfully, she sounded coolly professional when she felt anything but.

“I told you, I’m good.” She agreed he certainly was good enough to tease her. “How long have I been here?”

She glanced at her watch. “A few hours. Here, drink this.” He took the glass and downed the contents before returning it to her. “More?”

“No, thanks.” A smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “You know, when the accident happened, I was on my way to see you.”

“You were?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Why?”

“I was going to ask you to dinner.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He echoed, laughed and answered, “Because I want to spend time with you.” He scratched his hair-covered chin thoughtfully with his free hand and said, “We should have gotten together last year.”

“Things happen for a reason.” Angela shrugged. “You were busy with Derrick’s campaign. I was very busy with my new promotion to head nurse, and—”

“All true,” he interrupted, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. “What about now?”

“What about now?” Lord, she wished he would stop stroking her fingers with his. It felt too good. What was it about this man that sent her pulse racing?

“Is the time right for us to get to know each other better now?” At her silence he continued. “I meant what I said a few nights ago. I really want to get to know you better. Don’t you want that, too?”

“Cam, this isn’t the time or the place for this.” She tried to retrieve her hand, which he refused to release. “I meant what I said, too. I really don’t have time...”

Thankfully, Derrick and Alesha chose that moment to enter the room, allowing Angela the diversion she needed to retrieve her hand and move to the foot of the bed out of Cam’s physical reach, though his eyes stared straight through her, silently promising they weren’t finished with their conversation.

Derrick walked over and squeezed Cam’s shoulder. “Thank God, you’re awake.”

“Don’t tell me you were worried about me.” Cam smiled at his best friend.

“We both were.” Alesha squeezed his hand. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine.” He gingerly touched his temple. “Just a few aches.”

“Consider yourself lucky.” Derrick heaved a sigh of relief.

“I do.” Cam grinned at Angela and then glanced around the room as if searching for something. He returned his attention to Angela and asked, “Hey, where are my clothes?”

Angela frowned. “Why?”

“That’s your favorite word, isn’t it?” At her frown he elaborated. “I want to get dressed. I can’t wear this thing home.” Cam pointed to the flimsy hospital gown. “Since Derrick is here, he can give me a ride.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Cameron Stewart,” Angela firmly promised.

“Oh, yes, I am.”

“Oh, no, you’re not.” Angela placed her hands on her hips, preparing for a battle she was determined to win. “Not until you’re officially released.”

“Says who?” Cam defiantly crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“Maybe she isn’t,” Derrick said, chuckling, “but I know who is.”

Cam turned his frowning gaze to his friend. “What does that mean?”

Derrick took his phone out of his pocket. “Do you really want me to make this call?” Comprehension dawned in Cam’s eyes.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Derrick turned his phone so Cam could clearly see the name and number on the screen. “Are you staying, or do I press Dial?”

Alesha and Angela stared at each other in confusion and then glanced from Derrick to Cam. Cam glared at Derrick for long, tense seconds, but Derrick didn’t flinch. Finally Cam sighed in resignation, all fight seeming to leave him.

“All right, you blackmailer.” Cam dejectedly plopped back against the pillows. “I’ll stay.”

“Wise choice,” Derrick said.

“Who were you going to call?” Alesha asked.

“His mother.” Derrick laughed at Cam’s dark scowl.

“Oh.” Alesha said, “Shouldn’t we call her anyway?”

“No, I’m fine,” Cam quickly interjected. “If you call her, she’ll drop everything, hop on a plane and mother me to death for the next few weeks. I don’t have the strength for that. I was just in a car accident.” His loud sigh elicited laughter from all present. Cam fixated on Derrick’s pleased countenance. “I’ll pay you back for this, Senator, when I get out of here.”

“I’ll be ready for you.” Derrick winked. “You really should call Mama Mabel, though.”

“I know, and I will when I’m home and I can assure her that I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Derrick reluctantly agreed. “Since you’re obviously in good hands and apparently as stubborn as ever, Alesha and I will leave you alone. We just had to make sure you were all right.”

“Thanks for coming by to coerce me into staying.”

“Anytime.” Derrick patted his shoulder.

“Obey your doctors, and you’ll get out of here soon.” Alesha bent down and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll try.” He gave her a halfhearted smile.

“Do you need anything?” Derrick asked.

“No.” Cam’s eyes strayed to Angela. “I have everything I need.”

“I see.” Derrick smiled, following his friend’s line of vision. “Okay, then. We’ll check on you tomorrow.”

“I guess I’ll be here,” Cam said grudgingly, watching Derrick and Alesha leave hand in hand.

“You’ll be here,” Angela said, and smiled when he groaned as if in pain. When he eyed the closet, she warned, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” he asked innocently.

“Leaving,” Angela answered. “If you’re not here when I come back to check on you, I’m going to call Derrick and tell him to call your mother.”

Angela fought a smile. Cam sighed heavily and looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He really was extremely cute.

“I’ll be here,” he promised before adding, “I’m really enjoying the company of my beautiful nurse.”

“Get some rest.” Angela ignored his second comment. “I’ll check on you later.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

Angela shook her head at his wolfish grin and exited the room. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth, and she chuckled lightly as she walked down the hall. Cameron Stewart was something else. He was just as handsome and funny as ever.

If she wasn’t a magnet for disaster when it came to relationships, she would have taken the time to get to know him better. However, she knew from past experience that she didn’t do relationships well at all, and she had no intention of getting serious with anyone ever again.

She was focused on her career like a laser beam, and that’s where her attention would remain. But...if she was going to date someone, Cameron Stewart would be at the top of the list, she admitted.

“But you’re not looking for a relationship,” she firmly reminded herself. “No good will come from that, and you know it.”

Having sufficiently chastised herself, she quickly walked down the hall, away from the heady temptation that was Cameron Stewart.


Chapter 2 (#ulink_9ad061bd-f79d-57a7-9229-aac0bc57f229)

The next morning when Angela entered Cam’s room, he was sitting up in bed flipping through channels on the television. His frowning countenance and cagey appearance informed her he couldn’t wait to escape from what he deemed his unjust imprisonment. She had the feeling that if he wasn’t released soon, he’d plan on leaving against medical advice. Luckily for all concerned, his test results had come back negative, and she had the feeling he’d be released today.

“Good morning,” she greeted him brightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Bored out of my mind.” Cam threw the remote back onto the bed. “When can I get outta here?”

“Tired of us already?”

“Of you? Never.” His appreciative eyes roamed over her face. “Of this place? Definitely. I don’t do hospitals.”

“Well, you’ll do this one until your doctor says otherwise.”

“I feel fine.” She fought a smile at his defiant expression. “Why can’t I leave now?”

“Dr. Jackson wants to make sure you’re okay. You don’t want to go home only to be readmitted, do you?”

He shuddered at her question. “Heaven forbid.”

“Well then, be a good boy, behave and just enjoy the rest.”

“Rest?” He raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth turned down. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“People come in here at all hours of the night, poking, prodding and taking blood, needing to check this or that and asking if I’m okay, or more annoyingly, waking me up when I do manage to catch a few z’s to see how I’m doing.” He paused for emphasis before ending theatrically. “Who can rest in this place?”

Light laughter bubbled from Angela’s smiling lips as he finished his heartfelt tirade. “Would you rather they ignored you and missed something vital that was detrimental to your health?” she asked.

Cam cracked a smile. “Taking their side against me, huh?”

“I’m part of them,” she reminded him wryly.

“You can bother me all night long anytime you want.” Cam’s eyes sparkled. “In fact, I wish you would.”

“Do you now?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He treated her to a disarming smile and asked, “Will you go out with me when I’m sprung from this joint?”

“No.” She bit her lip to stop a smile when he frowned at her quick denial.

“Why not?”

“Maybe I’m just not interested in you romantically.”

“Oh, you’re interested,” he replied confidently, and grinned when she chuckled.

“What a conceited thing to say.”

“It’s not conceit,” he quickly denied. “I know you feel that spark of awareness between us whenever we’re in close proximity.” Oh yeah, she felt it, but she had no intention of acting on it.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I haven’t.” She told the little white lie with a straight face, hoping to convince him of her sincerity.

“No?” His eyes twinkled in challenge.

“No.” Before she could blink, he grabbed her hand and pulled her until she was sitting beside him on the bed. “Let go, Cam.”

“What’s wrong?” He tugged on her hand until she was leaning over him slightly. “Tempted?”

“No,” she lied. Who wouldn’t be tempted by your gorgeous brown eyes, alive with mirth and dogged determination? “Not in the least.”

His free hand moved to softly caress her jaw before anchoring behind her neck. “Then why are you trembling?”

“You’re imagining things.” Lord, he was too close, too handsome and much too tempting.

“Am I?” He pulled her nearer still. “I don’t think I am.”

“Cam, please...” She placed her free hand on his chest for leverage, which was a big mistake because the feel of his hard muscles only made her want to press tight against his unbending length instead of escaping.

“Please what? Kiss you?” She fought a groan when his gaze darted to her lips before returning to her turbulent eyes. “You don’t have to worry. I plan on kissing you a lot once I get out of here. In fact, let’s get in a few trial runs. Shall we?”

At that moment the door opened and Derrick waltzed in. He chuckled when he saw Cam and Angela’s intimate position. Angela was relieved—and if she was honest, a little disappointed—by the intrusion.

“I see you’re feeling much better,” Derrick drawled, placing a change of clothes over the back of a chair.

Cam sighed. “Senator, you have lousy timing.”

“Sorry. Want me to leave?”

“No.” Angela seized the opportunity to break free of Cam’s loosened hold and back away toward the door. “Good morning, Derrick.”

“Angela.” Derrick grinned.

“We’ll finish this later, Angela,” Cam promised from the bed.

“The only thing you’re going to finish is your breakfast.” Her shaky voice took the sting out of that order as she pointed to his tray. “See you later, Derrick,” she murmured, and left.

* * *

“Well, well, well.” Derrick eyed his friend with interest.

Cam folded his arms behind his head and reclined on the pillows. “What are you grinning about?”

“Are you finally ready to date Angela?” Derrick asked.

“Yes,” Cam affirmed. “You know I believe in taking advantage of opportunity, and Lord knows there’s nothing like a brush with danger to light a fire of urgency underneath you.”

“So—” Derrick pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down “—am I to understand that now you’re happy about your accident even though your baby was totaled?”

“Oh, please, don’t remind me about that,” Cam groaned at the mention of his beloved car. “It’s going to take a long time to get over losing Yvette.” He paused and then said philosophically, “I guess you have to lose something to gain something, though.”

“True.” Derrick stretched his legs out in front of him and switched subjects. “Have you called Mama Mabel yet?”

“I’ll call her when I get home, dude.” Cam sighed and treated him to a frustrated glare. “When I get home.”

“She’s gonna skin you alive for not calling her sooner.”

“Not really.” Cam smiled slyly. “I’ll just tell her I was out of it and thought you had called her.” Alarm lit up Derrick’s eyes, and Cam’s smile widened.

Derrick sat up straight in his chair and growled, “Oh, no, you don’t!”

“Look at you, scared of my mama!” Cam slapped his thigh and laughed heartily.

Derrick smiled and asked, “And you’re not?”

Cam sobered and said, “I plead the Fifth.”

“You just keep me out of your alibi.”

“I’ll consider it, although it would be the perfect payback for your blackmail to keep me here last night.”

“Cameron—” Derrick’s eyes glinted dangerously “—you wouldn’t want me to tell Angela some of your most embarrassing moments, would you?”

“No more than you’d want me to share a few of yours with Alesha,” Cam shot back easily. At Derrick’s darkening countenance, he promised, “Don’t worry. I know how to handle my mother without implicating you.”

“Good,” Derrick said, relaxing back in his chair again. “Do you know when they’re going to spring you yet?”

“Today, I hope.” Cam frowned at his untouched breakfast tray. “I can’t take any more of this so-called food.”

“You’ll live.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Cam’s eyes suddenly turned to the door through which Angela had escaped. The delighted expression spread across his face until he laughed out loud again. Cam’s jubilance coaxed a corresponding smile out of Derrick.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have the feeling totaling my car is going to be well worth it in the long run. It’s given me a new lease on life.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh is right,” Cam agreed. “I’m about to unleash the full brunt of my charm on Angela Brown, and you, my brother, know how devastatingly charming I can be.”

He winked at Derrick, who shook his head and wagged a finger in reproof before joining in his friend’s optimistic, determined laughter.

* * *

Later that morning when Angela entered Cam’s room, she found him fully dressed in faded jeans and a white T-shirt that was stretched tight across his muscled chest. He was standing by the bed and talking on his phone. He motioned for her to come in and quickly ended his call.

“I see you got the word from Dr. Jackson that you’re being released.”

“Not a moment too soon.” Cam raised his eyes heavenward. “I told you I was fine.”

Lord, yes, you are! she couldn’t help silently agreeing.

“Well, it’s our job to make sure. Now that everything officially checks out, we agree with you.” She paused before adding, “You were very lucky.”

“In more ways than one.” Her breath caught at the way he was looking at her. “Cam...”

“What?”

He didn’t try to mask the appreciation shining in his eyes as he slowly examined her from head to toe and back again. She’d never met a man who made her feel like the sexiest woman he had ever seen when she was dressed in loose-fitting, bland hospital scrubs—until now. A shiny stethoscope was slung around her neck, and Cam had a look in his eyes like he would love to play doctor with her, and if she was honest, that might be a lot of fun.

“Nothing,” she finally answered, shaking her head to chase away forbidden thoughts. There were a lot of things she could have said, but she settled on, “I just wanted to say goodbye and take care.”

“Oh, this isn’t goodbye,” he said, walking toward her.

“You are leaving today, aren’t you?”

“With wings.” He stopped directly in front of her. At five feet eleven inches, she had to tilt her head to stare into his eyes, which made him a little over six feet.

“Well then, this is goodbye.”

“This is only see you later,” he contradicted. “And speaking of later, I have a request of you.”

“What?” She eyed him warily.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I’m working tonight.”

“Tomorrow night, then.”

“I don’t think so.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Because you need rest.” She adopted her sternest voice and continued, “You suffered a mild concussion, and you should be concentrating on your recovery, not dating.”

“I’ll rest for the remainder of the day and tonight, if you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow night,” he bargained. “Come on.” He grinned infectiously. Lord, she could make out faint dimples visible through the light hair covering his cheeks, as if he needed another attribute to add to his handsomeness. “Give me a reward for being a model patient.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You think you’ve been a model patient?” He nodded vigorously, and she suppressed a smile with difficulty. “I think your head injury was worse than we thought.”

“I don’t know what you’re smirking about. I’ve been very agreeable.” At her continued skeptical expression, he suggested, “Ask any of my nurses.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll let you cling to your delusions.”

“Will you also reward my good behavior and go out with me tomorrow night?” he persisted.

“Isn’t getting out of here incentive enough for you?”

“You’ve got me there,” he quickly agreed. “But...”

She sighed. “There’s always a but.”

“Yes there is,” he agreed. “And this one’s very important.”

“Well, let’s hear it,” she prompted drily.

“But we’ve waited long enough to go out on a real date. Granted, we’ve both been insanely busy, but now fate has brought us back together, so let’s not waste this opportunity. Let’s seize the moment and do something we should have done months ago.”

“Is that the reason you want to go out with me? To check off some to-do list?” she challenged.

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Why do you want to go out with me?”

“Because I like you. I have since the moment I met you,” he answered immediately. His warm eyes held hers captive. “Don’t you like me?”

“You’re a very nice man, Cam, but—”

“No buts,” he interrupted with a smile.

“No fair, you got to use buts, so I should too,” she argued.

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “Those are the rules.”

“Some rules,” she huffed.

“Come on. You know you want to give in. I promise to show you the time of your life if you’ll go out with me.” A smile played about her lips at his persistence. “I’m not seeing anyone. Are you?”

“No.” Her truthful response tumbled out before she could stop it.

“I don’t understand how that’s possible, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.” He grinned again, showing off those dimples that her fingers were itching to trace. “Don’t you want to see where this leads—finally?”

She did and she didn’t. She did like Cam, she had since meeting him, but she was dedicated to her career—a career that was very demanding of her time and focus. She also had a lousy track record with men, and she didn’t want to travel down that losing road again...but maybe this time could be different. Maybe Cam would be different. He certainly made her feel different. She wished she knew whether that was good or bad.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said. “That means you really want to say yes.”

“It means no such thing.”

“Yes, it does.” He reached out and took her hand. “Come on, Angela, you know we’re long overdue for our date.”

“We’ve seen each other several times. A few nights ago, to be exact,” she reminded him.

“For a few minutes at Alesha and Derrick’s.” He grimaced, and she bit back a laugh with difficulty. “That hardly qualifies as a date. Does it?”

“That depends on your perspective.”

“Well, my perspective is that seeing each other at our mutual friends’ house is not a real date.” He made another distasteful face, and this time she did laugh. “Come on, I’ll show you the time of your life.” Of that she had absolutely no doubt. She was having a good time just standing here sparring with him.

She hadn’t been on a real date in ages—years, in fact, and with good reason. She liked her life the way it was—predictable and uncomplicated. She had no intention of starting anything serious with anyone, but where was the harm in sharing a good meal with a man who was funny, smart and godfather to their best friends’ son while she was the godmother?

“All right,” she heard herself agreeing.

“Excellent.” He brought the back of her hand to his lips, sending goose bumps up her arm. Suddenly the room seemed much too small for the two of them, especially when he said, “Your skin is very soft.”

“Um...I have to go.” She cursed her breathless voice and removed her hand from his. “I’m due in the O.R.”

“Okay, I guess I can’t object to that.” Her eyes widened when his fingers smoothed her bangs off her eyebrows. “I’m looking forward to our date, Angela.”

“Just remember you promised me a great time.” She was surprised she could articulate this, because his nearness was doing strange things to her ability to breathe naturally.

“And I’ll deliver,” he promised. “Where would you like to go?”

“Surprise me.”

“You may be sorry you said that,” he teased.

“On second thought...”

He placed a silencing finger lightly on her lips. “Too late to take it back.” Her lips tingled from his touch. She took a step backward, ending the disturbing contact.

“Your nurse will be in with your discharge papers soon.”

“Hallelujah!” A small smile played about her lips at his jubilant response.

“Try to contain your enthusiasm.”

“No can do.” His smile widened. “I can’t wait to get outta here.”

“Just make sure you rest when you get home.”

“I will.” He paused before pointedly reminding her, “You’ve given me great incentive to. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven?” he asked as she backed away toward the door.

“That’ll be fine.”

“I can’t wait.” He stepped forward and touched her cheek. “See you tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow,” she echoed before leaving.

On the other side of the door, she took and released a deep breath. What had she gotten herself into? It was just one date with an acquaintance—nothing serious, and she would take great care to make sure to keep it that way. Casual and uncomplicated. That was her plan, that was her goal, and she would stick to it no matter how charming Cameron Stewart was. And Lord knows he was the very definition of charming!

* * *

Angela walked into her office and sank gratefully into her comfortable chair behind her paper-laden desk. Closing tired eyes, she sighed audibly. She was beat but still had a lot of hours left before she could go home. She groaned as that horrible realization hit her. At least she had time for a decent lunch before her evening staff meeting.

Opening her eyes, she picked up numerous pink message slips with a weary hand and began reading each one. Boy, was she popular today. One message in particular caught her eye—it was from Cam. She checked the time and found he had called an hour ago. She wondered what he wanted. Maybe he had a question about his discharge instructions. Well, there was only one way to find out.

Picking up the phone, she dialed the number and waited for him to answer. He didn’t. She hung up and redialed, thinking she must have pressed a wrong digit somewhere. Again, there was no response. She bolted upright in her chair, fingers tightening on the receiver as she waited for him to answer. When he didn’t, she tried to calm her suddenly racing heart.

Why wasn’t he answering his phone? Why had he called her? Was it for an innocent reason? Like he simply wanted to tell her where they were going for dinner tomorrow? Or had he been feeling ill and needed some medical advice?

“Get a grip, Angela,” she sternly admonished. “He wouldn’t have been released if he wasn’t okay.” She frantically dialed his number again with the same results—no answer. “Calm down. He’s fine,” she said, trying to reassure herself.

She considered ringing Derrick or Alesha and asking them to check on him but quickly dismissed that idea. She didn’t want to upset them unnecessarily, and such a call from her would do just that. Besides, she was upset enough for all of them.

Without success, she fought valiantly to keep dire thoughts from racing through her mind. What if Cam had passed out and couldn’t answer the phone? What if he was...? She glanced at her watch. She had about two-and-a-half hours before her meeting; that should be enough time. She could get his address from his hospital chart.

Coming to a decision, she stood, grabbed her purse from the desk drawer and hurried out.


Chapter 3 (#ulink_c3f41bcf-48ea-5194-9aa2-ba6ce727a425)

Angela drove down George Washington Memorial Parkway for about forty-five minutes until she reached the high-class neighborhood of Potomac, Maryland, where Cam lived. She admired the beautiful multimillion-dollar mansions that sat an aesthetically good distance from the road, until she located Cam’s house—a sprawling two-story white edifice surrounded by a white iron security fence, which thankfully was open. As she drove up to the house, she spared a quick glance at the magnificent, well-manicured lawn. It was only the third week of March, but the grass was already dark green and healthy. Tiny shrubs, colorful plants and flowers strategically framed the circular driveway. A spectacular view of the Potomac River was visible just to the left of his house.

Once she stopped the car and put it into Park, she sprinted out of the vehicle and ran to the front door. She rang the doorbell, alternating with knocking furiously. Just when she thought she was going to have to call for help, she spied a blurred figure approaching through the purposefully distorted frosted glass door and it finally swung open.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a bare-chested Cam. His feet were also bare, and he wore black jeans that hung low on his lean hips. In one hand he held a black shirt carelessly. His frown quickly turned into a smile.

“Angela, what are you doing here? I didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow night.”

“You called me.” Her voice came out in a rush as relief flooded through her at the sight of him. “Why?”

“Oh.” He scratched his chin as if thinking. “I just wanted to ask if you liked Thai food.”

“Thai food?” She stared at him in disbelief. She had nearly had a coronary because he wanted to know if she liked Thai food!

“You could have just called me back.”

She frowned at his logical retort. “I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

“Oh.” He glanced down at his smooth, bare chest, drawing her attention there, as well. “I was probably in the sauna. I never take my phone in there.” He stepped aside. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” She walked inside and he closed the door behind them, motioning for her to follow him down the black-and-white-tiled hallway into the living room. She noticed his back was just as defined as his muscled chest, and to stop from touching him, she linked her fingers together in front of her. Lord, she wished he’d put on his shirt to remove the temptation to caress his smooth, hard muscles.

“Were you worried about me?” he tossed over his shoulder.

“No,” she quickly answered before sitting down on the sofa.

“No?” He treated her to a skeptical stare before sitting closely beside her. “Then why are you here?”

Why did he have to sit so close? Why hadn’t she chosen one of the tan wing chairs across from the sofa? Gosh, he smelled good—clean, spicy and woodsy. She clasped her fingers tighter together as they lay in her lap to keep them from tracing the well-defined muscles of his pecs that were silently, yet loudly, inviting her to explore to her heart’s content. She bit her lower lip to keep in the groan of appreciation that wanted so desperately to escape from her mouth as her eyes drank in their fill of his magnificent physique.

“Angela?”

“What?” She gazed into his eyes, certain he knew where her deviant thoughts had taken her. It just wasn’t right for one man to be so sexy or so handsome.

“Were you worried about me?” he asked again with a knowing smile.

“I was concerned,” she slowly admitted. “I had visions of you passed out on the floor.”

“And you took time out from your busy day to check on me.” He covered her hands with one of his, and a bolt of awareness shot through her. “I’m flattered.”

She shrugged dismissively. “It’s no big deal.”

“It is to me.” His voice slid over her, caressing like fine silk. “This was quite a drive from Washington.”

“I made good time.” She tried to remove her hands from his, but his fingers tightened, refusing to release their grip.

“But still—”

“Feel free to put your shirt on.” Darn, why had she said that? Now he’d know how much his fit physique was disturbing her—and, Lord, was it disturbing her! To add insult to injury, he had the nerve to grin, revealing those stunning dimples of his. Oh boy, she couldn’t take much more of this man’s innate charm or outward beauty.

“You’re a nurse. Don’t tell me a bare chest is embarrassing you.” A patient’s bare chest? No. But Cam’s smooth, muscled, dark brown skin? Definitely.

“Of course not. I just thought you might be—” she paused “—cold.”

He laughed outright before a sensual grin turned up the sides of his mouth. “Believe me, the last thing I am sitting next to you is cold.”

“I...um...” He shifted closer, and she managed to free her hands and placed one to her suddenly constricted throat. Oh, please don’t let him touch me again, or I’ll combust on the spot.

“In fact, now that you’re here, feel free to examine me thoroughly.”

Without answering, she quickly stood and placed some much-needed distance between them. Walking over to stand by one of the bay windows, she took in deep gulps of air to steady her rapidly beating pulse.

“Are you okay?” She heard the humor in his voice that matched his amused eyes when she turned to look at him.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She tried valiantly to appear cool and unmoved by his sensual teasing, but knew she failed miserably.

“You’ll get no disagreement from me on that point.” His eyes slowly moved over her, setting off little violent eruptions of need in their wake.

Before she disregarded common sense and flung herself into his arms, she tore her gaze away from his and fingered a crystal vase sitting on a nearby table. Then she glanced around the room while mentally ordering herself to get it together. She noted the comfortable furnishings. The walls were blinding-white stucco with a high vaulted ceiling and high-polished red-oak flooring, half covered by a tan-and-white throw rug. Her eyes lingered on the white baby grand piano situated to the far right of the fireplace before returning to connect with the depths of Cam’s eyes.

“Your house is gorgeous.” It was a deliberate way to change the subject.

“Thanks.” Leaving his shirt carelessly draped over the back of the sofa, he stood and walked over to her, every nerve ending in her body at attention as he approached. She felt like prey being stalked by a hungry lion. “It’s home.”

“I pictured you living in a bachelor pad.” She tried to keep the conversation light and impersonal.

“That’s not me.” He stopped a few feet away from her. “I like comfort, room to roam around in and privacy. This place gives me that and is still close enough to the office and Washington proper.”

“All this space for just one man?” She cocked her head at him. “Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“No, I enjoy my own company.” He paused before taking another step closer and adding, “Perhaps one day I’ll find someone special to share it with, though.”

“I’m sure a lack of female companionship isn’t one of your problems.” That slipped out before she could stop it.

“What does that mean?”

She sighed. “Just that any woman would feel lucky to spend time with you.” He smiled as though pleased with her answer, and she admitted, “You’re quite a catch.”

His expression changed, and she wondered why. “Because I’m rich?”

“No, because you’re a nice man and you have a great personality.” The smile reappeared at her words. “You’re fun to be around.”

“Is that right?” His eyes slowly investigated every feature of her face, traveling down her body and detonating little explosions of awareness within her before finally returning to stare into her now-dilated pupils.

“Yes.” She wished he’d stop staring at her as if she were his favorite food that he couldn’t wait to devour.

“Thank you.” He walked closer until only inches separated them. Suddenly she felt the need for some fresh air before she did something embarrassing like swoon at his feet. “But any woman just won’t do,” he continued softly. “I’m afraid I’m very choosy about whom I spend my time with.”

“Are you?” It took every ounce of self-control she possessed not to touch him. They were so close she could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin, caressing hers, silently inviting her to touch, explore and taste. She took a step backward, and her back encountered the window, informing her she was out of space to maneuver.

“Yes, I like to surround myself with real people who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go after it.” He stepped forward, erasing the rift she had purposefully created between them. “That’s why I’m looking forward to spending more time with you.”

“You think I know what I want out of life?”

“Don’t you?” She definitely knew what she wanted professionally, but personally—that was a different story altogether. When she remained silent, he unexpectedly offered, “Would you like a tour?”

She blinked and then said, “That would be great, but I need to get back to the hospital.”

“I understand.” He leaned away from her, and she instantly missed his warmth. “You have a standing invitation.”

“Thanks.” She maneuvered carefully around him to retrieve her purse from the sofa.

“Can I tempt you with something?” He smiled mischievously. “I was just about to fix some lunch.”

“No, thanks. I’ve got to get back for a staff meeting.”

“Okay.” He slowly walked toward her, eating up her oxygen with each step he took. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Sure.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I’m glad you’re okay and that you’re following doctor’s orders and resting.” She breathed a little easier as she slipped back into her professional mode.

“I told you I would. Didn’t you believe me?”

“Let’s just say that I’m pleasantly surprised you are being a good boy.”

“Normally I’m not, but I have motivation to be.” He ran a hand lightly down her arm before grasping her hand. “Very lovely incentive.”

“I need to leave now.”

“If you must.” He reluctantly released her hand. “See you tomorrow night.”

If she had any sense, she’d cancel their date. Her strong reaction to his immense charm was disquieting, but she knew if she tried to back out now, he would unleash more of his abundant charm against her until she gave in again, and frankly, she didn’t think her heart could take that; therefore, she would go on one date with him as she’d promised, but that was it.

“Bye, Cam.” She turned and walked out into the hallway. He followed her to the front door where she glanced at him and softly ordered, “Next time, answer your phone.”

“I’ll keep it by my side.” He made an X over his heart with a finger—a spot her lips longed to taste. “I promise.”

Without another word, she left. Once she reached her car, she glanced at the door and found Cam watching her with a hungry grin that curled her toes. Managing a small smile, she got into her car and drove away before she succumbed to an insane urge to throw herself in his arms and kiss that constantly smiling mouth of his. Oh, heaven help her!

* * *

The next night, Angela studied her reflection in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Cam hadn’t told her where they were going, and she had no idea how to dress. She had chosen a simple short-sleeved knee-length black dress with a sweetheart neckline. You could never go wrong with a little black dress. She ran fingers through her short hair until she was satisfied, and then put on a silver charm bracelet on her left wrist and silver hoop earrings.

Her stomach was churning nervously, and she placed a hand there, silently chiding herself to calm down. For goodness’ sake, she was just going to dinner with a casual friend. A casual friend who made her insides feel as wobbly as Jell-O.

The doorbell chimed, and she turned from the mirror and quickly walked into the hallway, not stopping until she reached the front door. Her hand on the doorknob, she took several calming breaths, smoothed her hair and opened the door.

Her breath hitched at the sight of Cam. He was dressed casually in black pants, a dark gray shirt and gray blazer. As usual, his charming expression produced his to-die-for dimples.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

“Hi.” She stepped aside. “Come in.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you,” she responded when he handed her a bouquet of lilacs. She brought the flowers to her nose, deeply inhaling their light fragrance. “They’re lovely.”

“Not as lovely as you.” Appreciative eyes ran over her, infusing heat throughout her wobbly body.

“I didn’t know where we were going. I hope I’m dressed all right.”

“Perfect,” he assured her.

“Let me put these in water.” She backed away toward the kitchen and motioned to the living room. “Make yourself at home.”

When she looked up from getting a vase out of the cabinet and arranging her flowers, he was leaning against the door frame, watching her with an expression that turned her knees to jelly.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He held out a hand, and after a second’s hesitation, she walked over and took it.

“Okay.”

“Ready?” At her nod, he led her back to the front door and followed her out. “Then let’s go.”

A short while later, they were seated in a crowded karaoke bar. Cam ordered hot wings, blue cheese dressing and cheese fries for them. Glancing around the picturesque bar, she laughed and took a sip of her iced tea. His choice of eateries was completely unexpected to her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. At his continued stare she elaborated, “When you asked me to dinner, I imagined something different.”

“Like?”

“A fancy five-star restaurant,” she admitted.

“Disappointed?”

“No, not at all,” she said quickly. “This place is great.”

“Are you sure?” He watched her closely. “We don’t have to stay—”

“Cam, it’s fine,” she assured him, and sighed contentedly. “In fact, it’s perfect. I’m already unwinding from my grueling day.”

“Me, too,” he agreed.

“What do you mean, you too?” She pointed an accusing finger at him. “You were supposed to be resting today, not exerting yourself.”

“I was resting. Honest.” He held up three fingers of his right hand in a Boy Scout pledge. “But I was anxiously anticipating our date tonight.” He winked at her. “And that was very taxing.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Were you?”

“Was I what?” She took a bite of a fry and chewed while awaiting his response.

He leaned closer and asked, “Were you anticipating our date?”

“I was so busy I really didn’t have the chance to think about it.” That was a teeny exaggeration, and she sensed he knew it. She’d spent the majority of the day obsessing about what to wear tonight.

“Right.” He made quick work of his own fry and grabbed another one.

“I didn’t.”

“I believe you.” She had the feeling he didn’t in the least. They were silent while he chewed on a wing, and she ate more fries before he wiped his hands on a napkin and stood. “I’m going to sing. Don’t go away.”

Angela’s eyes widened, and she gasped. “You’re going to sing?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walked away and bolted onto the stage.

She watched with her mouth open, thinking he must be joking. However, he chose a song and waited for the music to start. When it did, he began singing Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer.”

Angela sat forward expectantly to watch what she thought would be a typical mediocre performance. Boy, was she wrong. He had a very good voice. He sang as if he’d been born with a microphone in his hand, and his dancing wasn’t bad, either. He immediately got into the song, and so did the boisterous crowd. Angela grew hot just watching him gyrating his hips, dancing across the tiny stage and really putting everything he had into his performance as if his life depended on it.

She quickly began clapping her hands and dancing in her chair as she watched his performance. Soon she noticed women were swooning over him—some going as far as to stand in front of the stage shamelessly reaching for him, clapping and cheering him on as if they were at a rock concert and he was the main attraction. She couldn’t blame them. He was a handsome devil, having left his jacket on the back of his chair before going onstage. His long-sleeved shirt clung to his hard muscles, leaving little to the imagination about his fabulous physique.

She felt a twinge of something that seemed like jealousy, which quickly turned to pride when she remembered he was her date, not theirs. He slowly ran his hand over his gorgeous bald head and stared straight at her and winked, knocking her heart out of its normal rhythm. Lord, the man oozed sex appeal, and when used in full force, it was deadly. She willed her breathing to regulate as she watched the remainder of his act.

All too soon, as far as the crowd was concerned, he finished and they lauded him with huge applause, whistles, cheers and pats on the back as he made his way back to the table where he picked up his beer and downed half the contents in one swig.

“Whew! That was hard work.”

“You were great!”

“Thanks.” He took a smaller drink. “In another life, I wanted to be a singer.”

“Really?” At his nod she asked, “Did you ever pursue it?”

“Nah, I thought it best to concentrate on a more stable career.” He admitted, “My friends and mother readily concurred.”

“Any regrets?”

“No, I love corporate law.”

“That’s how I feel about nursing. It’s great having a career that you enjoy, isn’t it?”

“There’s nothing better. I can’t imagine getting up every day and hating going to work.”

“Me, either.”

“You’re enjoying your new position being in charge, then?”

“Very much,” she answered. “It’s tons of work, but I’m thriving on the daily challenges.”

“I hear you’re doing a great job.” He grinned at her startled expression.

“From whom?”

“I have my sources,” he said mysteriously, biting into a wing.

“Alesha?” She nodded knowingly.

“I’m not saying.” He made a zipping motion across his mouth, causing her lips to curve into a half smile.

“I’ll bet you’re happy Derrick’s campaign is behind you so you can concentrate on your law firm.”

“It was a lot of fun and even more work, and I did neglect my practice, which is why I’ve spent quite a bit of time getting back on top of things. I’m happy to report the ship is again sailing in smooth waters now.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s great, because now I can concentrate on getting to know you better without any interruptions vying for my time.”

“You make it sound like a priority.”

“It is—rather, you are,” he readily agreed. “You’re my number-one priority.”

She liked the sound of that. She told herself that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it, she did. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had considered her a priority. It was nice to feel wanted, even though she had no intention of allowing anything more than friendship to develop between them.

“I’m flattered,” she finally responded.

“We’re going to have fun together, Angela,” he said, treating her to one of his infectious dimple-laden grins, which turned positively mischievous. “Starting tonight.”

Her lips twitched in humor at the glint in his eyes. He was definitely up to something. “What are you thinking, Cam?”

He leaned forward. “Who says I’m thinking anything?”

“I do. I can see the wheels spinning in your head.”

“Okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “You got me.”

“Well?” She waited for him to go on.

“What I’m thinking is...” He paused, grinned from ear to ear, and pointed to the stage. “It’s your turn.”

“Oh, no.” Her smile quickly deflated, terror lighting up her eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Aw, come on, you can’t come to a karaoke bar and not perform. Besides, you said you liked the place, so prove it.”

“Cam...” She placed a hand to her suddenly thudding heart and nervously glanced around the packed room. “I’m not going up there in front of all these strangers.” She vigorously shook her head. “No way.”

“Why not?” He refused to give in. “There’s no pressure. Everyone is here to have fun.”

“I know, but—”

“No buts for you, remember?” He touched her hand. “Let loose tonight, Angela—for me.”

His sexy plea melted her insides, and she found herself weakening. Why was it so important to her not to disappoint him? This man really upset her equilibrium.

“I don’t have a very good voice.”

“This isn’t a talent competition,” he chided. “This is just for pure unadulterated fun. When was the last time you let loose and just had fun?” Longer than she cared to admit, she realized.

“I don’t know what to sing,” she hedged.

“I’ll choose a song for you.”

“Cam, I really can’t sing.” She tried again to beg off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Neither can half the people here.” He then offered, “I’ll sing with you.”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t—”

He squeezed her hand, and she could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Come on.”

She had no choice but to follow as he easily pulled her from her seat and led her to the stage. She stood there trying not to visibly tremble while he chose a song for them. Once back at her side, he took her hand and squeezed her fingers reassuringly.

She whispered in his ear, “What are we singing?”

“You’ll see.” He nodded at the teleprompter, where the title of the song appeared: “I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)” by Aretha Franklin and George Michael. “Remember, this is just for fun, so stop looking so terrified,” he whispered as the music and words started scrolling across the screen.

Despite his reassurance, at first she was nervous, barely opening her mouth, but soon got into the festive mood because Cam wouldn’t settle for anything else. They flirted with each other as they danced and sang, and Angela soon forgot the crowd. It felt as if she and Cam were the only two people in the room despite the cheering for them.

She was off-key occasionally, but no one seemed to mind because she and Cam were really into the song and were flirting outrageously with each other. To her surprise, the song ended much too quickly, and they received more cheers and applause when they were done.

Cam hugged her close and whispered in her ear, “You were great.”

“Thanks to my excellent partner, I was passable.”

“Aw shucks, thanks, ma’am.” They laughed giddily as they left the stage.

His arm remained around her waist while they walked back to their table. He held out her chair, and she gratefully sank into it.

“That was so much fun,” she said.

Cam wore a satisfied expression. “I told you it would be.”

“You were right.” She took a big drink of tea. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I can, and you were outstanding.”

“I don’t know about that.” She laughed at his high praise. “We were good together.”

“I have the feeling singing isn’t the only thing we’re going to be good at together.” Her breath caught at the roguish glint in his eyes. “I can’t wait to share other experiences with you, babe—more private performances, so to speak.”

“Cam, stop it.” She was suddenly hot all over, and not due to the physical exertion she had just undergone, but rather, to the burning heat of Cam’s gaze directed solely at her.

“Stop what?” He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “I’m just stating the truth.”

She shook her head at him. “Has anyone ever told you you’re incorrigible?”

“My mom,” he said with another one of his signature grins. “But I thought women liked bad boys.” His thumb rubbed back and forth across the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist, sending delicious shivers of awareness through her.

“Some do, but most of us prefer dependability.”

“Baby, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.” He stared deeply into her wary eyes and said, “On that you can depend.” Searing heat infused Angela’s body at his easily uttered words and suggestive expression.

If she hadn’t known it before, she knew now that this man, with his unending supply of charm, was going to be very hard for her to resist. It was going to be harder still for her to remember exactly why she wouldn’t allow herself to become entangled in a romantic relationship with him.

Staring into his playful eyes sparkling with mischief, she knew she had inadvertently bitten off more than she could chew when she had agreed to go out with him. Oh boy, she was in deep trouble, and its name was Cameron Stewart.


Chapter 4 (#ulink_9acf2de0-237c-5b0c-afe2-2c031adc4fd9)

When Cam and Angela arrived back at her house after their date, he insisted on walking her to the door, which she secretly loved. He was a true gentleman—opening doors for her and holding out chairs all night. Chivalry, it seemed, wasn’t dead. That was another mark in his favor, not that he needed one. He just couldn’t be as perfect as he seemed.




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