“Can I go up, too?” Josh asked, always wanting to be like his big brother. “I can think about my presentation while I play on my tablet.”
“Okay, but say thanks to Cam for dinner first.”
“Thanks.” Josh threw his arms around Cam’s neck. He froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around the little boy’s body. “I love pizza so much. You made my life a better place today.”
Cam looked over Josh’s shoulder at Mia. She was watching them, her face expressionless.
“You’re welcome, buddy. Break a leg tomorrow.”
“He means good luck,” Michael interjected before Josh could say anything. “Seriously, don’t break anything.”
Cam laughed. “Yep, no trips to the ER. Your mom would kill me.”
“Thanks for your help. It looks so cool on that stand. I think I’m going to get an A.”
Josh hugged him again, then ran out of the room.
Michael gave him a nod. “Thanks. The food was great.”
“It’s a pleasure.”
Mia was leaning on the counter, her mug in her hands as she sipped at her hot coffee. As Michael left, she stayed exactly where she was, her gaze fixed on Cam. The room was loaded with silence, punctuated by her soft breaths. Her chest was rising and falling rhythmically, the sharp lines of her collarbone visible through the open neck of her cream blouse.
“You should always wear skirts,” Cam told her. “Your legs look amazing.”
She put her cup down on the counter. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” She didn’t sound angry. More perplexed than anything.
“I wanted to help. You’re busy, Michael was bitching about having to finish this project, and I know that Josh likes me. It felt like the perfect solution to come and work with him. I wasn’t kidding, I know a lot about anatomy. I studied it at college. My plan was to help, then leave when you got home, but then you didn’t come home and the boys were hungry, so I ordered food.” Cam shrugged. “That’s it. No hidden agenda. I’m not trying to rile you.”
“I know.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m glad you were here. Josh looks so happy.”
“He’s a good kid.”
“Michael seems to like you a bit better, too.” Her lips curled. “You’re obviously growing on him.”
Cam sipped his coffee. “How about his mom? Am I growing on her?”
Her gaze flickered to the door. The boys were long gone. She swallowed, her delicate neck undulating. Damn, he really wanted to dip his hand beneath that silky blouse. Not touching her was a kind of torture. He knew exactly what to do to make her breath stutter and her face heat up. He wanted to part those pretty lips, and push his way inside.
“You need to stop looking at me like that.” She shifted almost imperceptibly. He could see the way her thighs were squeezing together.
The memory of them wrapped around his hips made him ache.
“Like what?” He gazed at her steadily.
“Like you’re about to bend me over the kitchen table.”
Cam laughed loudly. “I’m not about to bend you anywhere, Mia. I have extremely good control.” He might be thinking about it, but he wasn’t going to do it. “The other reason I’m here is because I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I have to travel to Boston tomorrow. I’ll be gone for the weekend.”
Her face fell. “So no Saturday morning for us?”
He liked the sound of disappointment in her voice. It echoed the feeling that overwhelmed him when his agent called and told him he had a meeting at Freedom Field – no ifs, ands, or buts. The team wanted to see if he’d made any decisions, and he owed them that.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed that he wouldn’t be inside Mia this weekend.