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"Are you two you know?" Jacob pointed at us. " " I didn't get a chance to answer. Cam spun me around and kissed me, right there between the two buildings. It was no friendly peck on the lips. When our tongues touched, my bag slipped off my arm and hit the frosted ground. "Holy crap," Jacob muttered. "I think they're going to make babies."
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"There's always tomorrow." I followed him. "Tomorrow's not going to change anything." "We'll see." "There's nothing to see. You're wasting your time." "When it concerns you, it's never a waste of my time," he replied."
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"Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?" "No! Good God, no!"
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"Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night." "I'm not drunk." He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect."
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"To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight. His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amusing?" Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night."
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"Why me?" I blurted out, and then closed my eyes briefly. "Okay. Don't answer that." The food arrived just thenYi thank GodYi and the conversation was deterred...for about two minutes. "I'm going to answer that question," Cam said, peering at me through his lashes. I wanted to face-plant my stuffed chicken. "You don't have to." "No, I think I do."
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"I'd still be nice to you if you were ugly." "Okay." A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, "I just wouldn't offer you any cookies." I folded my arms and tried to ignore the close proximity of our faces. "I'm starting to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart."
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"I'll accept your apology on one condition." He folded his arms across his chest. "Anything?" "You trust me." I cocked my head to the side. "I trust you, Cam." "No, you don't." He walked over to my small table and pulled out a chair. "Have a seat." Sitting down, I tugged the hem of his shirt down as he headed back to the stove, putting the tiny skillet over the burner. "If you trusted me, you wouldn't have reacted the way you did," he simply said, cracking an egg. "And that's not me judging you or any of that kind of shit. You got to trust me that I'm not going to be an ass or freak out over that kind of stuff. You have to trust that I care enough about you."
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"Mr. Rohan," she heard Beatrix ask, "are you going to marry my sister?" Amelia choked on her tea and set the cup down. She sputtered and coughed into her napkin. "Hush, Beatrix," Win murmured. "But she's wearing his ring--" Poppy clamped her hand over Beatrix's mouth. " " "I might," Cam replied. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he continued. "I find your sister a bit lacking in humor. And she doesn't seem particularly obedient. On the other hand--" One set of French doors flew open, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. Everyone on the back terrace looked up in startlement, the men rising from their chairs. " ," came Win's soft cry. Merripen stood there, having dragged himself from his sickbed. He was bandaged and disheveled, but he looked far from helpless. He looked like a maddened bull, his dark head lowered, his hands clenched into massive fists. And his stare, promising death, was firmly fixed on Cam. There was no mistaking the bloodlust of a Roma whose kinswoman had been dishonored. "Oh, God," Amelia muttered. Cam, who stood beside her chair, glanced down at her questioningly. "Did you say something to him?" Amelia turned red as she recalled her blood-spotted nightgown and the maid's expression. "It must have been servants' talk." Cam stared at the enraged giant with resignation. "You may be in luck," he said to Amelia. "It looks as if our betrothal is going to end prematurely." She made to stand beside him, but he pressed her back into the chair. "Stay out of this. I don't want you hurt in the fray." "He won't hurt me," Amelia said curtly. "It's he wants to slaughter." Holding Merripen's gaze, Cam moved slowly away from the table. "Is there something you'd like to discuss, ?" he asked with admirable self-possession. Merripen replied in Romany. Although no one save Cam understood what he said, it was clearly not encouraging. "I'm going to marry her," Cam said, as if to pacify him. "That's even worse!" Merripen moved forward, murder in his eyes. Lord St. Vincent swiftly interceded, stepping between the pair. Like Cam, he'd had his share of putting down fights at the gambling club. He lifted his hands in a staying gesture and spoke smoothly. "Easy, large fellow. I'm sure you can find a way to resolve your differences in a reasonable fashion." "Get out of my way," Merripen growled, putting an end to the notion of civilized discourse. St. Vincent's pleasant expression didn't change. "You have a point. There's nothing so tiresome as being reasonable. I myself avoid it whenever possible. Still, I'm afraid you can't brawl when there are ladies present. It might give them ideas."
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