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people?”
    “Actually,” Daniel said with shoulders slumping, “I knew him very well. James was my cousin.”
    Cameron was shocked. “Really?”
    “Yep. Sad to say, but it’s true.”
    “I can’t believe it!”
    “Well, believe it. We have the same last name and everything.”
    “That’s right! You said that your last name was McGee. That’s amazing!”
    “Oh, real amazing. Too bad my uncle wasn’t Adolph Hitler.”
    “No, I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that… you seem so normal.”
    “I am normal.”
    “That’s not what I mean. I just… it’s weird to think you’re related to a psychopath.”
    Daniel glanced at the floor. “I guess.”
    The conversation wasn’t going the way Cameron anticipated. She wanted to get to know Daniel in a good way, not like this. She was hoping he’d say he had a troubled marriage and it was ending. She wanted him to be looking for someone different, someone young and energetic, like her. Instead they were talking about the Terror of Martinsville , who––as it turned out––was a close relative. Yikes. How did that happen? Somehow the conversation made a wrong turn and ended up in Horror City.
    Needing to mend the verbal exchange, Cameron steered the discussion into neutral ground. “See any beach balls?”
    Dan looked inside an old trunk. “If I have balls ,” he said with a grin and a smirk, “they’re in here.”
    He pulled out a football and a basketball. They looked heavy. “This is it, and I don’t think they’re going to be very helpful.”
    “Maybe we should stick with the sponges?”
    “Yeah, maybe.”
    Dan tossed the balls into the trunk.
    Something moved on the other side of the garage window. It might have been the shadow from a tree, but Dan didn’t think so. He thought someone was out there.
    Cameron took Daniel’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
    “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I had no idea you were related to James McGee.” She moved closer and her eyes widened. She squeezed his hand tighter, tilting her head to the side.
    “That’s okay,” Dan said, stepping back. A line appeared in his forehead. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
    “That’s good. I don’t want you to feel bad.”
    “I know.”
    “I want to make you feel good.”
    Dan may or may not have felt awkward before, but here and now… he was standing with a beautiful young girl holding hands. They were alone. And she was looking at him in a way that made him feel guilty, like he was supposed to wrap his arms around her and give her a kiss. But he couldn’t do that. He was happily married; he was in love.
    But still…
    Cameron’s dark hair was cut just below the shoulder. Her eyes were big and beautifully, perfectly stunning above the thin arc of her nose. Her lips were full; her breasts were neither large nor small, but just the size Daniel liked breasts to be.
    These things added up.
    Dan was uncomfortable, all right. Worse than that, Cameron was blocking the exit. Was she blocking it on purpose? He hoped not, but that seemed to be the situation.
    He said, “Wanna get going?”
    Cameron could hear the nervousness in his voice. Reluctantly, she released his hand and stepped back, saying, “Okay.”
    Daniel slipped past her and walked a straight line, forgetting about the shadow in the window.
    What just happened? he wondered. Did Cameron hit on me? She knows I’m married. And she’s too young for me. Doesn’t she realize the age difference is ten years or more? Shouldn’t she be with guys her own age? What the hell is that crazy girl thinking?
    As they entered the house, Cameron said, “Hey Daniel, want to give me a tour of your place? I’d love to see it.”
    She’s on the rebound , Dan thought. She’s pissed off at what’s-his-name and now she looking for action, trying to create a moment.
    “Uh… sure, Cam,” he said, playing nonchalant. But it was so strange. He remembered these moves from high school.