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his legs over the side of the bed. Might as well face this head-on. He didn’t want uneasiness to become an uninvited third party in their relationship. Maybe she really was just dreaming, but the way his body responded, the way she’d been jittery afterward, told him there was more.
    He padded his way down the hall, his eyes adjusting to the darkness in his familiar surroundings. The living room was empty, so he turned toward the kitchen, where he saw her. Leaning against the counter, looking out onto the backyard, Megan held a glass in her hand. Cameron studied her in a new light. He couldn’t deny her beauty, with her perfectly shaped curves and hair that tumbled down her back. Those green eyes could pierce you in an instant, and now he knew that mouth could render a man speechless.
    Still clutching the glass and staring, Megan hadn’t moved one bit since he’d stood here. Something, or someone, consumed her mind.
    “Who is he?”
    Megan jumped, turned and the glass she’d been clutching dropped to the floor with a crackling shatter.
    “Damn it.” He started to move forward but stopped. He reached around the doorjamb and flicked on the light, blinking against the bright glare. “Don’t move. Neither of us have shoes on.”
    First the lamp at her house and now this. They hadn’t even delved into relationship territory, and already things were breaking all around them. A metaphor for things to come?
    He ran back to his room and shoved his feet into a pair of tennis shoes at the foot of the bed. When he got back to the kitchen, Megan was bending over, picking up pieces of glass.
    “I told you not to move,” he growled, not knowing which situation he was angrier at.
    “I didn’t take a step. I’m just picking up the large pieces.”
    He jerked open the small built-in utility closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. After sweeping up the majority of the glass, Megan set the shards she’d held into the dustpan, too.
    After dumping the mess into the trash, he went back and scooped her up into his arms without a word.
    With a squeak of surprise, Megan landed against his chest and he had no idea how to react to the fact his body warmed and responded with her against him once again.
    “This is overkill—don’t you think?” she asked, sliding one arm around his neck.
    “I need you out of the way so I can get the rest and you’re not wearing shoes. So no, I don’t think it’s overkill.”
    He deposited her on the couch in the living room and made his way back to clean up the water and make sure all the fragments were swept up. Several minutes later, he headed back into the living room to find Megan gone.
    Heading down the hall, he heard water running from the bathroom. She’d left the door open, allowing the light to spill into the hallway. When he peeked into the room, Megan was at the sink, holding one hand under the water. Blood seeped to the surface of her palm as soon as water could wash it away.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you’d cut yourself?” he asked.
    “Like you told me the other day?” Throwing him a glance over her shoulder, Megan shrugged. “You were cleaning up the mess. Seriously, it’s very minor. I could use a bandage, though.”
    Stepping forward, Cameron reached around, shut the water off and held on to her wrist to examine her hand. Her hair tickled the side of his face, and the pulse beneath his fingertips sped up. Gritting his teeth to shove aside any emotions outside the friend zone, Cameron inspected the injury.
    “It is small,” he agreed, still inspecting the area.
    She glanced up, catching his eyes in the mirror. “It just needs to be cleaned up and a bandage. I wasn’t lying.”
    When he continued to stare at her, she merely quirked a brow. Damn woman would make a nun curse like a sailor.
    “Sit,” he said, pointing to the toilet lid. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”
    Grabbing the first-aid kit from beneath the sink, he shuffled the supplies around and found