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and if he wanted to—gulp—tie her to his bed and have his way with her, who was she to get in the way of his fantasies?
    She cleared her throat and swallowed the nervous lump that threatened to choke her. “I’d do it, you know.”
    “Do what?”
    “Anything you wanted.”
    He took his eyes off the road to glance over at her as his jaw throbbed with tension. “Cameron . . . You can’t say stuff like that to me when I’m driving. It’s not fair or safe.”
    “What? We’re just having a conversation.”
    “Right,” he said with a laugh. “That’s all we’re doing. How about we table this
conversation
until we get to where I can do something about it.”
    At the thought of him “doing something about it” Cameron swallowed again, her heart fluttering with nerves and desire and love. She’d meant what she’d said—there was almost nothing he could ask of her that she wouldn’t give him. She wanted to be everything to him and make his every fantasy come true.
    “I can hear you thinking about it, and that’s also not safe when I’m driving.”
    “What kind of crazy logic is that? I’m not even allowed to think?”
    “Not about that. Not while I’m driving.”
    As she was about to further state how ridiculous he was being, one of the dogs let out a loud snore from the backseat that made them both laugh. Cameron felt the tightness in her chest ease, which she knew was only temporary. The moment they were alone at the house, she had no doubt they’d pick right up where they’d left off. His kind of tension was the very best she’d ever experienced.
    Forty-five minutes later, they drove through the picturesque town of Burlington, home of the University of Vermont.
    “I want you to show me where you went to school,” Cameron said.
    “I will. Tomorrow.”
    “Did Max live at the lake house when he was in school?” she asked of Will’s youngest brother, who had recently graduated from college.
    “No, he was in a fraternity, much to my mother’s dismay. He lived at the frat house—also known as the pigsty.”
    “Were you in a frat?” she asked, fairly certain she knew the answer before she asked the question.
    “Hell no. Max is the only one of us to go Greek.”
    He was also going to produce the first Abbott grandchild later this year, an event that had once seemed far off in the future but was getting closer all the time. Max’s adorable girlfriend, Chloe, had begun to show rather significantly in the last few weeks.
    After a few more turns that took them closer to Lake Champlain, Will pulled onto a long, winding dirt road that led to one of the most extraordinary houses Cameron had ever seen. As the daughter of a wildly successful businessman, she’d seen her share of amazing homes, but this was exceptional. “
This
is the lake house?” she asked, incredulous as she took in the glass and stone and wood that made up the house.
    “Yep. What’d you have in mind?”
    “Not this, that’s for sure.”
    Will drove past the house to the driveway, bringing the truck to an abrupt stop when they saw Colton’s truck. “What’s he doing here? And who does he know from Pennsylvania?”
    A second smaller car with Pennsylvania plates was parked next to the truck.
    “Oh my God,” Will said in a scandalized whisper. “He’s here with the mystery woman! That sneaky bastard!”
    “What should we do? If he’s here with someone, maybe we shouldn’t bother him.”
    “The hell with that. My dad gave
me
the keys. He shouldn’t even be here.”
    “You know, most people in the twenty-first century would pick up the phone and call the other person to say, ‘Hey, what’s up? Why are you at the lake house when Dad said I could use it this weekend?’ But in Abbott land, you don’t have a phone, and neither does he. Is it too much to hope there might be a landline in there?”
    “No landline. My dad didn’t want to be reachable at the lake.”
    “Well, then our choice is to either go in there