Finally Found

The house was entirely too quiet. Cammie had tried to go to sleep. She had sucked down two glasses of wine with dinner, but the truth was that she was still wound up from the sex she told him they were never going to have. He really had been quite the dream lover. He had been giving. He listened to her directions. He was enthusiastic. And most of all, he made her feel like a woman, a desirable, sexy woman. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time. She prayed this wasn’t some horrible deep seeded need to get even…to make him pay, to show Cin up, to repair her own bruised ego.

Ten years ago, she and her sister had made a dumb bet. Adam Davenport was the most eligible bachelor in town. Every woman wanted him. He was only too happy to oblige them…for a night. Though they were well aware of his reputation, that he was out of their league, they were also intrigued. They had these new barely legal bodies to try out. They were both wildly attractive in their own way. It was hard to believe they were sisters until the entire family came together. Then it was obvious who took after whom. Oh, but Cin swore she could have him, swore that he would want her, too. There may have even been assertions that she would one day be Mrs. Adam Davenport.

Cammie had laughed. She retorted about blondes having more fun and how much she was going to enjoy rubbing Cin’s nose in it. They were young and dumb, attractive and competitive. In the end…Cin won. Yet as Cammie passed her bedroom the next few days, she would have cause to ponder whether it had been worth it for her sister. She had never appeared to be so depressed and dejected in all her life. Finally after the third day, Cammie had ventured in to ask that all-important question…how was it? She thought that might cheer her up, bring her back from wherever it was she had been all this time.

Instead it was worse, far worse. She heard how he had slept with Cin, sent her home in a cab, and told her he’d call…even as she knew he wouldn’t. She remembered how he dressed after, wouldn’t be seen with her, and had even overheard Adam make some joke about having trouble finding good help. He was the worst kind of guy. He wasn’t even a man.

From that moment, Cammie had distanced herself at all the parties. He had called her out, complained that she had the right amount of bitter to be someone he slept with, but he never would have guessed that she wasn’t the sister he had wronged. Through the years, various scenarios had played out in her head. They all involved trickery, lies, and deceit. Quite frankly, she was no good at any of that. No, Cammie was honest and open. Her mother applauded it. Her father called it a hindrance to success. Cin simply thought she was a showoff…little miss perfect. All she wanted was to build her own catering business and surround herself with people she chose to work with, but didn’t feel compelled to be around because they shared the same bloodline.

That was when her dreams of her very own catering business began. That was when everything changed with Cin. See, although he was supposed to be a conquest of the body…Cammie had only ever wanted his heart. Her approach had been different. That was why for every party that promised to have Adam Davenport, she would request a costume, face paint, a mask. Clearly they had caught on, figured out the common thread. She hadn’t ended up in that pink bustier by accident. In truth, the sex hadn’t been an accident either. She was curious. He was willing and interested. It made for a lovely way to pass the afternoon. Hell yeah, she’d do it again. Only next time, she would take her time. She wouldn’t have these years of pent up feelings to cloud her abilities. With that final thought, she fell asleep wearing something unusual for her…a smile.