CHAPTER TWELVE
Cammie
My new rule was, fundamentally simple.
Don’t think about the kiss.
Actually following that rule, though, was a lot more difficult than I could have imagined.
Not just because it was a good kiss.
But, good God, it was a good kiss. The best kiss, in my humble opinion. At least the best one I’d ever had.
It probably never should have happened. He’d done that little finger swipe thing and I damn near lost my mind with need.
We could blame the years without masculine touch. Or even that he was my proverbial white knight.
But I genuinely didn’t think it had anything to do with that.
I just… wanted him.
Him, as a person.
Because he was gorgeous. Because he talked so sweetly about his family, his love clear in his voice. Because he listened to me when I spoke and genuinely seemed interested in what I had to say. Because he was sexy and confident and interesting.
Should the fact that he’d killed Cody have made it impossible to be attracted to him?
I mean… maybe? Probably.
Which was one of the reasons for that new rule of mine.
Another reason was the fact that he seemed to regret it. Because he’d been very formal and technical on the phone that night, only asking me about Colin’s operation, and offering up nothing personal about himself.
He hadn’t even sweetly told me to get some rest like he usually did. He just said he’d be in touch and hung up.
So, yeah, I needed to get over it. Or fake that I was over it until I actually got over it.
Easier said than done, but it seemed wholly possible. You know… eventually.
Hey, I got through about ten seconds of being awake the next day without thinking about it. Then maybe five seconds before sleep.
That was an especially bad day because I didn’t have a shift of work. So I wasn’t going to fault myself too much about it.
The next day was work, though, which did allow my mind to be occupied. Especially since I was working with Rizzo who was in a nastier mood than usual. Which was really saying something.
So I focused on my tasks and the customers.
Until, it arrived.
A note.
Left near where I was standing.
When I hadn’t even seen someone there.
But it had my name on it.
Worried it might be from Massimo or his brothers, I snatched it up and shoved it into my bra before Rizzo could see it.