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expectant gaze on me. ‘He just wasn’t very nice.’
    ‘And yet you got him a job?’ Elodie asked, clearly confused.
    ‘He needed it.’
    ‘Well, he seemed perfectly nice last night and he said he was grateful to you for giving Su his number.’
    Now it was my turn to frown. ‘He did?’
    Joss nodded, relaxing back into her chair. ‘Maybe you misunderstood.’
    No, I hadn’t misunderstood Cam’s attitude, but since I now found myself surrounded by two overprotective men, one overprotective wee brother and an overprotective best friend, I’d decided it was better to go along with that. ‘Yeah, you’re probably right.’
    Silence fell over the table for a second and then …
    ‘He’s very interesting,’ Joss murmured, chewing on a piece of succulent chicken.
    ‘Who?’ Ellie asked.
    ‘Cam.’
    Braden choked on a sip of coffee.
    ‘Joss,’ I groaned. ‘Stop. I’m dating Malcolm.’
    ‘Oh, is Joss trying to play matchmaker?’ Elodie finallycaught on. When I nodded, she wrinkled her nose at Jocelyn. ‘You’re not very good at it.’
    Affronted, Joss sniffed. ‘Well, give me a break, it’s my first time.’
    Hannah giggled into her water. ‘That’s what she said.’
    We all froze again in silence and then Adam spluttered, choking on his laughter. Just like that, he set us all off like dominoes around the table. All except Elodie, who sat back in her chair with a totally bemused look on her face. ‘What? What did I miss?’



5
    By the time my shift came around on Tuesday night, I’d managed to work myself into a bit of a state. As always, it was a rush to get home from my day job, scarf down the macaroni cheese Cole had made, get washed and changed into my bar uniform, make sure Cole had done his homework and Mum was still alive, and then head off to the bar.
    I’d been dreading it the entire day.
    Butterflies flurried in my stomach as I gave Brian and our doorman a tight smile. I didn’t stop to chat with them, desperate to get the first meeting with Cam over with. I passed through the entrance and braced myself to enter the club. As soon as I did, I stopped, my gaze frozen on the guy behind the bar.
    Cam.
    He stood, leaning his elbows on the black granite countertop and his head was bent over a napkin he appeared to be sketching on. His messy dark blond hair fell carelessly into his eyes. I watched as he brushed it away and I noticed a masculine Indian silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand as it winked under the lights. He looked just the same as the last time I’d seen him – same unkempt sexiness, same aviator watch and leather bracelets. His T-shirt was the only change. He wore the slim-cut white T-shirt with CLUB 39 scrawled across the chest thatall the guys had to wear. It was the chest and shoulders, even when hunched over, that seemed much broader than I remembered.
    I took another step and the sound of my boot on the floor brought Cam’s head up.
    My breath hitched as our eyes collided.
    Heat suffused my cheeks at my body’s instant reaction to this man’s attention. I could feel my breasts swell and my lower belly squeeze, and as we continued to stare at each other in intense silence, my mind and body went to war. My body was panting,
‘He’s hot. Can we have him?’
while my mind was screaming,
‘Oh, dear God, what the hell are you thinking?’
    Everything had blurred around me – the only thing in sharp focus was Cam and all the places where I wanted to feel his touch.
    Malcolm’s face suddenly floated before my eyes and I flinched, breaking whatever bizarre spell we’d fallen under.
    I gave Cam a tight smile and strode towards him, my eyes glued in front of me and very deliberately nowhere near him.
    Cam had other plans. As I lifted the counter to join him behind the bar, he stepped in front of the doorway to the staff room, blocking my way. I stared at his black engineer boots for a second and then, realizing I must look like a total idiot, I let my gaze travel