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what he needed to fix her up.
    He took a seat on the edge of the tub and balanced the supplies on his thigh. With careful movements, he uncurled her fingers and examined the cut again. It was bleeding pretty good, but it wasn’t deep at all.
    “I’m thinking you and I need only plastic, child-safe things in our homes,” she joked.
    “At the very least, we should stop handling glass in the middle of the night.”
    Cameron appreciated her attempt to lighten the mood, but he’d come out of his room for a reason and he needed to get this off his chest.
    “Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on his task as he swiped her palm with gauze.
    “Insomnia has become a close friend of mine lately.”
    That was something he definitely understood. Still, she’d been sleeping just fine earlier in his bed.
    “I’ll make sure your door is fixed so you can sleep in your bed.” Confident the bleeding had slowed enough not to come through the bandage, Cameron held a fresh gauze pad over the cut and applied pressure. “I’m sorry I startled you earlier.”
    Her hand tensed beneath his touch. “What were you asking me when you came into the kitchen, anyway?”
    Keeping his thumb over the pad, he lifted his gaze to hers. Those bright green eyes outlined by dark lashes held him captivated and speechless for a second. “Nothing. Forget it.”
    “You asked who he was,” she went on. “What
he
are you referring to?”
    Knowing she wouldn’t back down, Cameron opted to face this head-on as he’d originally intended. He was chief of police, for crying out loud, yet the thought of discussing another man with Megan had him trembling and nearly breaking out into a sweat...not to mention ready to punch someone in the face.
    “I wanted to know who you were dreaming about.”
    Megan lowered her lids, took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that answer.”
    Not ready for the answer? What was she about to tell him? Was she fantasizing about someone he didn’t care for? Cameron got along with nearly everybody on the right side of the law.
    “It’s none of my business,” he repeated, not sure he was ready for the answer, either. “The way you kissed me...”
    Megan stared at him as his words died in the crackling air between them. “I was dreaming of you.”
    * * *
    Nerves and fear settled deep in her stomach as if weighted by an anchor. She kept her gaze on his, refusing to back down or show weakness. He wanted the truth—he got it. Now they would both have to deal with the consequences because she’d just opened a door and shoved him right on through into the black abyss. Neither of them had a clue what waited for them.
    Cameron’s warm hand continued to hold hers, protecting her injury. He clenched the muscle in his jaw as if he was holding back his response. Not knowing what was going on in his head was only adding to her worry.
    “Say something.” She tried for a smile but swallowed instead, blinking as her eyes began to burn with the threat of tears.
Oh, no.
She wouldn’t break down. Not here, not now. “It was a kiss, Cam. No big deal.”
    Okay, so she’d tried to be strong and not back down, but right now, in the wake of his silence, she figured backpedaling was the only approach.
    “Don’t lie to me,” he commanded. “I was on the receiving end of that kiss, and it was definitely a big deal.”
    Megan pulled her hand away and got to her feet, causing him to scoot back and try to catch all the supplies from his lap before they scattered to the floor.
    “I was still asleep, Cameron. I was in your bed, surrounded by your scent. I can’t help what I was dreaming.”
    Lifting the pad from her hand, she studied her palm. The cut only stung a little, not enough to keep her focus off the fact she was in this minuscule bathroom with Cameron and she’d just told him she’d been fantasizing about him. There wasn’t enough air or space because he came up right behind