But Cami, she was appealing just the way she was.
I wanted to kiss her.
Fuck.
From the other side of the kitchen, she gave a shaky laugh. "It's just an insult, that's all."
"But what does it mean?"
"I can't say."
"Oh yeah? Why not?"
"Because it's not kid-friendly."
I made a show of eyeing our surroundings. "You see any kids around?"
"No." She turned and glanced in the general direction of the staircase before saying in a much lower voice, "But Willow still might be able to hear."
She was wrong.The house was huge. Even the staircase was a decent walk away. I told her, "We both know that's not true."
"That's whatyouthink," she said. "But when I was a kid, I heard my parents talking all the time, even when they thought I was asleep."
"Oh yeah?" I felt my lips curve into a reluctant smile. "So you were a little eavesdropper, huh?"
"No." She cleared her throat. "Not really."
I wasn't so sure. "Is that so?"
"I just have really good hearing, that's all."
"Uh-huh."
"And maybeWillowhas good hearing, too." She glanced around. "So maybe we should talk somewhere else."
I recalled our last conversation. "Well, there's always the back patio."
With a rueful laugh, Cami said, "Oh, sure, because I didn't freeze enough yesterday."
I frowned. "You were cold?"
"Yeah, weren't you?"
"No." And now I felt like a dick. "You should've said something."
She bit her lip. "Why?"
"Because I could've done something."
"Like what?" she said. "It's not like you control the weather."
"No. But I could've brought you inside. Or loaned you my jacket."
"Oh stop it," she said. "You wouldn’t do that."
She was wrong.
I would.
