Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(53)

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel—the adult equivalent of jamming her fingers in her ears and singing la la la.


“When?”


“Cam—”


“I don’t believe this. Jesus, Keely! He’s like, ten years older than you. He’s my best friend and you…what the f*ck were you thinking?”


Keely lowered her sunglasses and glared at him. “I’m thinking I’m not twelve, Cam. Yeah, Brock and I made mattress angels when he visited you in Cheyenne. I could bullshit you about how we comforted each other because we were torn up over your situation, but the truth is…Brock is really freakin’ hot. He’s sweet and sexy and I like him a lot. I trusted him. It sort of just happened. We both knew it’d never go anywhere, and I have not a single regret.”


Brock and his sister. Surreal.


“Please don’t go all psycho big brother on him and threaten to kick his ass or anything, okay? I know he’s your best friend. I would never do anything to sabotage that friendship because I know how important it is to both of you. Which is why neither of us said anything.”


“Fine.” He pointed at her. “But this is the reason you can’t live with me.”


“Because I slept with Brock?”


“No, because your behavior drives me insane. And my house is the one place where no insanity exists.”


“You suck.”


“Yep.” Cam smiled. “Drive safe.”


“I always do.”


Her tires spit gravel for twenty feet before the rubber caught pavement.


Safe. Right. Keely was a menace. He oughta write her a damn ticket.


***


Domini was restocking the pie case after the lunch rush when Deputy McKay strolled in.


Normally he’d wave off the waitress and head to his favorite booth if it was unoccupied. Not today.


Today Cam strode directly to her. The gleam in his eye was unmistakable.


No hello. No smile. Cam just planted his lips on hers and kissed her with passion, hunger and total possession.


In public.


The only place they touched were lips and tongues until Cam reached for her hand, sweeping his ragged thumb across her knuckles. Domini’s knees threatened to buckle. This man could undo her with a simple touch.


Finally, he eased back and smiled at her. “Hi.”


She blinked at him. Their faces were close enough his breath teased her damp lips. Seeing such pleasure in his eyes, his smile, even his posture, made her throw caution to the wind. She returned his kiss with the same potent lust.


Cam’s growl was too low for anyone else to hear, but to her it sounded as loud as a lion’s roar.


Domini broke the kiss in tiny nipping increments. She smiled up at him. “Hi yourself. What are you doing here?”


“I needed coffee.”


“Have a seat and I’ll bring you a cup.”


He squeezed her hand. “That was a lie. I needed to see you. I need to talk to you.”


Her stomach cartwheeled like a tumbleweed. “About?”


“Last night.” Cam tossed a look over his shoulder. “Is there someplace more private than the dining room?”


Domini glanced around. Only three tables had customers, but everyone was watching them. The rumor about Cam’s surprising public display of affection would fuel the gossip fires all day.


“Can’t this wait?”


“No.”


“My office is in the back, but I’ll warn you it’s the size of a coat closet.”


“That’s fine.”


She stopped at the waitress station and poured two cups of coffee, handing one to him. They wove through the cardboard boxes of produce stacked in the prep area. She unlocked her office. “I’ll get another chair.”


Cam pushed the door closed. And locked it. That unholy gleam was back in his eyes. “No need. I’ll sit in the chair. You sit on the desk facing me.”


His posture read: don’t argue. Domini shoved aside the papers littering her desk and kicked the chair against the wall giving them both room.


But after Cam’s ass hit the seat, he rolled the chair up to the desk. Right into her space. He didn’t touch her. He studied her intently as he nonchalantly sipped his coffee.


“What? You’re making me nervous.”


“Are you okay after last night’s threesome?”


She blushed.


“Does that blush mean you’re not okay with what happened?”


Domini focused on him, but his eyes were flat, as if he were interrogating a suspect. “If I wasn’t okay with it what could I do about it now? It’s over.” Her hands tightened on the coffee mug. “Unless that’s why you’re here? You’re wanting to demand a three-peat?”


“Fuck no.” He gulped his coffee and set the cup aside. He curled his hands around her knees. “After you left I wondered if the situation with Brock bothered you…if I’d gone too far because you practically ran out of my house when it was over.”