"You wanna knowwhyI keep water under my bed?"
"Why?"
"Because of you."
I didn't get it."Me?" And then it hit me. "Oh. So, youknewI'd end up here?"
But of course he had.I mean, that's what all the nannies did, right? One way or another, they all beat a path to Mason's door, with the possible exception of Veronica, who'd slept with his brother instead.
And now there was me.
Probably the script called for me to be grateful – not just for being allowed inside, but also for the in-room beverage service.
But I didn'tfeelgrateful. Mostly I felt silly for being so easy to predict.
Before Mason could think to answer, I forced another laugh. "Never mind. Don't answer that." Again, I glanced around. This time, I spotted a plaid blanket draped over a nearby chair. "Hey, can I borrow that?"
"Borrow what?"
I pointed. "That blanket. You know, so I can return to my bedroom." I kept my gaze trained on the blanket. "I mean, now that it's over."
When Mason spoke next, his voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Cami."
Again, I turned to look. "Yeah?"
"You don't get it."
"I don't get what?"
"I wasn't keeping water under my bed for when you came tome. I was keeping it to stopmefrom going to you."
My breath caught. "What?"
He reached out and gently stroked the side of my face. "Do you know how crazy you've been making me?"
"Seriously?"
"Dead serious," he said. "There were times I'd leave my room in the middle of the night, and I'd happen to glance toward your bedroom door or hell, run into you in the kitchen. And then get I'd to thinking..."
When his words trailed off into silence, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, "Thinking what?"
"About you. And this."
"Really?"
"Really," he said. "And I promise you this. If you're thirsty tomorrow night, my door – it'll be unlocked."
Chapter 33
Mason
She never came, not that night, nor the night after that.
I didn't get it.Whenever Willow was around, Cami acted like nothing had happened between us. There were no secret looks, no sly bids to get me alone, nothing except for the same warm professionalism she'd shown from the beginning.
And when Willowwasn'taround? Neither was Cami.
If I were the kind of guy to question my own skills, I might've wondered if I'd left her wanting in the bedroom.
