Tempting Cameron

chapter Four


“I’m fine. Really I am.” Chloe tried to smile but it hurt too much. Her head was throbbing despite the pain medication the doctor had prescribed her. Oh, and she felt like she’d been punched in the face repeatedly, it was so bruised, battered, and scraped. Like her face had hit the pavement and been dragged along it for a solid fifty feet, though she knew that wasn’t true.

It had been the airbag that did all the facial damage. She couldn’t complain. If it hadn’t been there, what might’ve happened to her then? She probably would’ve looked twenty times worse.

Or she might’ve died…

Her mother fretted over her, trying to get her to drink some water, asking if she was hungry. She wasn’t hungry. She wanted out of the hospital. The doctor said they’d release her more than an hour ago and she was still laid up in this bed.

“Maybe you should look for the doctor and see when they’ll let me go,” Chloe suggested.

She appreciated what her mom was doing, really she did, but she was exhausted. And confused. Despite everyone telling her what had happened, she didn’t remember any of it. Had no idea what caused her to go over the embankment, didn’t remember being pulled from the car, nothing.

Chloe could hardly remember where she’d been prior to the accident. They’d gone to The Tree, she knew that, only because Alison had told her when she called her earlier. And that Mac and Cameron had been there. She sort of remembered eating the burger, drinking some beer…

And that was it. She’d left—but why by herself? Why hadn’t Ali gone with her? Or one of the guys?

When she thought about it too hard, it made her head hurt even worse, so she put it away. Figured it would all come back to her eventually. And then maybe she’d finally have some answers to her mind-boggling questions.

“I’m going to go look for that doctor and see when you can leave, then.” Her mom smiled and patted her hand. “I’ll be right back.”

Chloe watched her walk out of the room then closed her eyes, breathing as shallowly as possible. She’d suffered two broken ribs, a major concussion, and more bruises and cuts than she could count. She’d caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror earlier and almost screamed in horror. She looked terrible.

A knock sounded at her door and she opened her eyes, lifted her head too soon, which caused it to spin. Hoping it was the doctor, she glanced toward the open doorway to find Cameron standing there, his tall, broad body filling up the space as he clutched a vase filled with giant sunflowers.

“Hey. You up for visitors?” His soft, sexy voice reached her, rippled through her, and she wished she could cover her face with her hands and tell him to go away.

Instead she tried her best to smile—which was difficult considering how much it hurt—and tilted her head. “Come in. I’m about to head on home anyway. Hopefully.”

“Really?” He stopped at the edge of her bed, setting the vase on the small side table. A few other bouquets had been brought to her as well, including one Alison had sent from the gift shop, one from Mac, and one, oddly enough, from Mike Vargas. She hadn’t seen him in a while, so she didn’t understand why he sent her flowers.

“The doctor said he would release me today. My injuries aren’t that severe.” She winced as she tried to shift. God, even her backside hurt.

Cam’s expression grew somber as he watched her. “You cracked a couple of ribs and banged up your head pretty badly. I’d say that’s rather severe.”

“You know what I mean. It could’ve been worse, I guess.”

“Yes, it could’ve.” He exhaled loudly, looking away from her. “So. Are you still mad at me?”

Confusion swirled within her at his out-of-the-blue question. “Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”

His gaze jerked back to her, equal confusion filling his gaze. His lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but she beat him to it.

“I don’t remember much about last night,” she confessed softly. “I don’t remember the actual accident or what happened right before. It’s all sort of a…blur.”

Cameron didn’t say a word, his eyes widening the slightest bit, the only indication that he’d heard what she said.

“Weird, huh?” She spoke only to fill the silence. But it really was weird. Her doctor explained sometimes the human brain protected a person from horrible experiences by wiping his or her memory clean of the actual act. He believed the accident had been so traumatizing, she’d forgotten it on purpose.

Which really was fine by her. Who needed to remember such a scary moment?

“Very weird,” Cam finally said. “You don’t remember…anything?” He sounded incredulous.

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “Ali’s planning on coming over to my house later to hang out, so hopefully she can help me fill in a few more details.”

“You talked to Ali?”

She frowned. “Of course I did.” Why wouldn’t she? Both Alison and Jane were her closest friends. And Jane wasn’t even here. She was off honeymooning at some exclusive Mexican resort. “Briefly on the phone. She reminded me that we were all at The Tree last night.”

“We were,” he said carefully. “We sat together, had a few beers.”

“She told me that, too.” Chloe pressed her lips together and glanced down at her clutched hands resting on her lap. She so did not want to talk to Cam about that kiss at Jane’s wedding reception. Maybe they already talked about it? And maybe that was why he asked if she was mad at him?

“So, why would I be mad at you?” she asked.

“Uh…”

She glanced up, saw the nervousness in his gaze. Looked like he was scrambling for an answer, too. Huh. “We had a minor argument,” he said. “You know, a little trash talking between good friends.”

Between good friends? Not what she’d describe them as before that kiss. Not necessarily how she’d describe them after the kiss, either. “Sounds kind of minor. Why should I be mad at you over something like that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, tried to smile. “I have this way of…”

“Making women angry?” she offered kindly.

He chuckled. “Yeah. That.” Out of nowhere he grabbed her hand, laced their fingers together, and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re okay, Chloe. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” Her breath came quickly, her heart racing at his simple touch. “Really. Just a little bruised and scratched. I look a lot worse than I feel.”

“You look great.”

She rolled her eyes, didn’t believe a word he said. “I look awful. It’s probably going to take weeks to heal. And I bet a few of these cuts will scar.” She sounded like a complete whiner, especially considering what had happened to Cam’s sister Jane. She’d been burned over thirty percent of her body after escaping a deadly house fire that killed her first husband. Jane’s scars were visible, a reminder of the pain and trauma she went through during the long, hard recovery process.

And here Chloe complained about a few scratches.

“Consider them battle scars.” He squeezed her hand again, then let it go.

“There’s our hero!” Chloe’s mom strode in, a giant smile on her face as she went to Cameron and embraced him fully.

He appeared surprised, slowly wrapped his arms around her mom’s slight figure, and gave her a squeeze. “Hey, Mrs. Dawson.”

“Goodness, call me Mary. You’re a grown man, not that sullen teenager who rear-ended my car.” Mary laughed when Cam’s cheeks colored. Even Chloe had forgotten about that particular incident. “And I can’t hold that against you. You saved my daughter’s life. I’m forever indebted to you.”

Chloe looked between her mom and Cam, confusion swirling through her yet again. “What do you mean?”

“Why, don’t you know? Didn’t he tell you?” Her mom patted Cam on the shoulder, beaming at him. “He came upon your wrecked car, Chloe. Pulled you out and away from the scene and held onto you until Deputy Vargas and the EMTs came.”

Cam shrugged, his cheeks flaming red. “Anyone would’ve done the same.”

“Not true,” her mom said. “Not anyone would’ve slid into that upside-down car and pulled my daughter out like you did, Cameron. Don’t downplay your heroics. We’re just lucky you happened to be nearby when the accident happened.”

Chloe was stunned. No one had mentioned Cam was the one who pulled her from the car. That he’d held her while she lay there unconscious as they waited for the emergency crew to come. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked Cam, her voice a raspy whisper.

He turned to her, his gaze meeting hers, dark and full of…was that regret? Sorrow? Worry? She couldn’t figure it out. But he looked frighteningly solemn. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”

“You saved my life, Cameron. You pulled me out of my car.” Which was being evaluated by the insurance company and from what they hinted at on the phone earlier, it looked like it was going to be totaled.

“He’s being so modest.” Her mom patted him on the shoulder again. “But right now, he’s the town hero.”

He was her hero, Chloe thought, feeling more than a little starry-eyed as she studied him. The knowledge of what he’d done for her, practically saving her life, made her fall for him even more.

Like she needed an excuse when she cared about him so much already…

…

Cameron felt like anything but the town hero. His saving Chloe had been an automatic response. He probably would’ve done it for anyone he’d come upon after such a horrific accident.

Wouldn’t he?

Mary Dawson was making way too big a deal out of this. And Chloe was watching him like he could do no wrong. Which made him feel extra guilty considering what had happened between them before the accident. The terrible things he said to her. The horrible realization he had meant every single word. That he was heartless enough to say such things to a woman whose middle name should be kindness.

He was an ass. A damn lucky one, too, when he discovered that she remembered nothing prior to the accident.

Absolutely nothing.

Which meant she didn’t remember the argument or what he’d said to her. But had she told anyone else? Vargas hadn’t mentioned anything beyond her seeming upset so she probably hadn’t confessed to him, thank God.

What about Alison? She might know something. And if she told Chloe what she knew…

He’d be in a world of trouble with Chloe. Pushing her away in the parking lot had been him in survival mode. Seeing her unconscious in her wrecked car and diving in to save her had been another level of survivor mode.

It also made his heart feel like it was about to crack in two. The utter panic and fear that had consumed him had almost broken him. Made him realize that maybe he cared about Chloe more than he wanted to admit.

She’d hate him forever if she remembered that stupid argument, despite his heroics. And they weren’t heroics, at least in his eyes. More like redemption for what he’d done to her. Assuaging the guilt that hung over him like a dark, dirty cloud. That he could be the reason she wrecked in the first place.

He hadn’t slept last night and looked and felt like hell. But she was still staring at him as if he was the best thing she’d seen in a long time. He had no choice but to go to her side of the bed again and touch her. Not out of a sense of guilt but…

Because he wanted to.

Grabbing her hand, he noted that it was so cold and slender. Her fingers trembled when they interlocked with his and the smile she gave him was one full of so much gratitude, it awed him.

Damn it, he didn’t deserve her gratitude. He owed her this rescue. They were even now.

Hopefully.

The doctor walked in, accompanied by two nurses, and it quickly turned into a flurry of activity. She was being released but there were papers that needed to be signed, items that had to be gathered. Deciding they needed some privacy, Cam whispered a quick good-bye to Chloe, hugged her overjoyed mother one more time, and slipped out into the hallway.

Running smack dab into Alison.

“Hey.” He smiled, trying for casual, not wanting to rile any suspicions she might have toward him. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

She watched him warily. “Sure. What’s up?”

Grabbing her by the crook of her arm, he escorted her to a small waiting area, which luckily enough was empty. “Did you talk to Chloe last night? Before the accident?”

“Yes.” She pulled out of his grip and crossed her arms in front of her. “She told me you two argued.”

Sighing, he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. Damn it. “Listen, Ali. She doesn’t remember a thing.”

“I know.”

“And I don’t want her to remember the argument we had.” At Ali’s shocked expression, he added, “Not yet.”

She narrowed her eyes, practically vibrating with skepticism. “You want to hide this from her.”

“I want to protect her. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t need to deal with this sort of thing right now,” Cam explained. “I’ll tell her, I promise. But she needs to heal first.”

Ali remained quiet, contemplating him for so long he wanted to squirm. “Fine,” she finally said. “But you have to promise you’ll tell her the truth eventually. Or I’ll rat you out so fast, your head will spin.”

Relief flooding him, he nodded. “I’ll tell her, I swear.”

Ali approached him, practically got in his face. “And don’t you dare hurt her or break her heart. It’s bad enough, the torch she seems to carry for you. Don’t make it worse by kissing her once and pretending it didn’t mean anything. If you don’t feel something for Chloe, then leave her alone.”

With that, Ali stalked off, headed to Chloe’s room, no doubt. He knew Chloe would be happy to see her friend, and she needed all the support she could get. She’d be sore for a while, might take some time to recover, but for the most part, she’d mend fast.

Ali’s words sort of knocked him on his ass, as much as he hated to admit it. Did he feel something for Chloe? Prior to the accident, he would’ve said hell no. In the parking lot, spouting those crappy words, seeing the hurt and confusion flit across her pretty face, he would’ve said maybe.

Now…he wasn’t sure. But he was tempted to figure it out.

Too damn tempted.

He’d wanted to offer to help somehow. Drive her home, set her up so she was comfortable. But he had no business doing so. Like Ali said, he’d toyed with Chloe’s heart enough. He didn’t need to get her hopes up, especially now that she viewed him as her very own hero.

Despite his wanting to help her, to get rid of the guilt that still lingered, he knew he should stay away from Chloe Dawson.

Far, far away.

…

“Oh my gosh, Ali, I’m not an invalid.” Chloe watched from her location on the couch as her friend buzzed around the house, making sure Chloe had everything she needed before she left her alone for the evening.

“Your mom made me swear I’d take proper care of you,” Ali said as she brought Chloe her favorite brand of crackers to snack on later. “She wasn’t happy I sent her home. She wanted to stay with you but I convinced her you’d be okay.”

Chloe sighed. “Thank you for that. She stayed up with me at the hospital all last night. I know she’s exhausted. This is the last thing she needs.” The dark circles under her mom’s eyes had been more than enough proof.

“She’s definitely exhausted. I hope she’s able to rest tonight.” Ali placed her hands on her hips. “I hope you’re able to rest tonight, too. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you? I could, you know. We’re on summer vacation. Not like I have anything to do.” The sarcastic tone in Ali’s voice made Chloe wonder what that was all about.

“I appreciate the offer but seriously, I’m fine. You’ve provided me with everything I need for the night.” Chloe glanced around, took in the TV remote, her e-reader, the giant bottle of ice cold water, the box of crackers. Heck, even a couple of napkins sat on the end table, and there was her favorite fluffy blanket folded up at the other side of the couch in case she got cold. “I think I’m set.”

“Okay well, call me any time—I mean it. I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night; if you need me, I can be here in less than ten minutes.” Ali waved at Chloe’s cell phone, which also sat on the end table. “You’re so lucky you didn’t lose that.”

“I know.” Mike Vargas had been entering the hospital as she exited it with her mom and Alison, her cell phone clutched in his hand. He’d picked it up last night at the accident scene, found it more than one hundred feet away from her car on the lakeshore. A little sandy but otherwise intact, it was plugged in to its charger now.

Once she’d talked to him, she realized why he’d sent her the flowers—he’d pulled over to make sure she was okay mere minutes before the accident. She didn’t remember the encounter whatsoever.

It made her wonder, though. What had happened to make her so upset? He said she’d looked like she’d been crying. And she had no idea why.

“Okay. I’m gonna go.” Ali went to her, bending over and pressing a quick kiss to Chloe’s cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“Thanks so much for your help. I appreciate it.” She was loved. She’d felt it since the moment she woke up in the hospital after the accident. Everyone was so supportive; they were so grateful she was okay, and more than willing to do anything for her.

She’d never felt so appreciated in her life. Even Cam had been sweet, thoughtful. Visiting her, holding her hand, reassuring her in that calm, quiet way of his she found so appealing.

After Ali left, Chloe let her gaze linger on the sunflowers Cam had brought her. They were huge, bright and cheerful, and she’d wanted them in the best spot in the house where she could always see them.

So she could be reminded of Cameron. Stupid, yes, but she was filled with uncontrollable hope after the way he spoke to her earlier at the hospital. She could still feel her hand clasped in his, their fingers entwined, his grip so strong, reassuring. The concern she’d seen in his eyes…he’d looked at her in a way that said so much more than any words that could come from that delectable mouth of his…

Sighing, she turned on the TV, hoping she’d be distracted by something trashy, maybe one of her favorite reality shows. She didn’t need to daydream yet again about the explosive kiss she’d shared with Cameron at the wedding, that was for sure.

But of course, she’d settled for a romantic comedy that had just started, the only thing decent on TV. A friends-to-lovers story that left her feeling wistful and sad when it was over, full of longing for Cam. So foolish, but undeniable.

She was pinning all her hopes on a man who lived and breathed adventure. And she was none of that, beyond this most recent one, though it wasn’t the kind she’d planned on seeking. Nearly getting herself killed in a car accident was adventure enough for her.

Stability was important. It had always been to her. Though she couldn’t deny the thrill that zipped through her every time Cameron glanced her way. The heat in his gaze, that slow smile that would spread across his face. What woman could resist him?

Not her. She was weak, so weak when it came to Cam.

Cozy on her comfortable couch, two pillows tucked beneath her head, her favorite blanket wrapped around her, she closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted to that magical moment on the terrace with Cameron. Hard to believe it had been only three nights ago. How he’d touched her, how he’d kissed her. Those soft, sexy lips, the sensation of his tongue tangling with hers for the first time, the taste of him, heady and strong…

Outside, the wind blew through the towering pines that surrounded her little house. She could hear the soothing sound from her open window nearby and it lulled her into a dreamlike state. Well, combined with the strong pain medication she’d taken.

And as she drifted off into sleep, she thought of twisted limbs and soft sighs. Hot, damp lips blazing a trail of fire across her skin, a hard, strong man pressed against her, sinking her into the mattress. Cam’s mouth meshed with hers…