Page 44 of Be Mine Forever

“But I can’t get behind. Those appointments will just get shifted to next week, and next week is even busier than this week.”

“And this week is busier than last week.” Cam ran a finger under her eyes. “You’re tired, baby. You need rest and you need some fun.”

“But—”

“There’s nobut.” Cam reached behind her again, grabbing her ass and drawing her close. “Unless you count this one.”

Her lips twitched, but her eyes held on to the case she was building.

“Cam, I can’t let up right now. We just need to push these first adoptions through, and then I’ll rest.”

“No, you’ll restwhileyou push these first adoptions through, Jo.” He ducked his head, capturing her eyes. “Meeting with that caterer or the arts lady what’s her name will not slow down the adoption process.”

Jo nodded, bit her lip, and glanced at the laptop on the conference room table.

“You’re going home to rest.” Cam nodded his head toward the laptop. “And that is not coming with us.”

“Us?” Jo raised one dark brow. “So you’re coming home with me?”

“Actually, I thought you could come home with me.”

“With you?”

“Who else is going to take care of you? Make sure you get some sleep?”

“Oh, the irony. Willyousleep?”

Cam loosened his fingers on Jo’s legs, but she gripped his arms. Just as he was letting go, she pulled him close.

“You want to take care of me?” Jo leaned up and left a kiss on his mouth. “Well, then I want to take care of you, too.”

Cam touched her shoulders, frowning at the muscles knotted beneath the thin silk of her dress. He was too worried about her to be concerned that she was digging into his complicated insomnia.

“You first, baby.” He wrapped his arms back around her waist and felt her slump against him. “You first.”

Chapter Fifteen

Wheels?” Jo read the sign with the giant rotating roller skate. “You brought me to a roller-skating rink for our second date? Stay classy, Rivermont.”

Cam pulled into a parking spot and turned to face her, a grin breaking up the monotony of concern on his face ever since they had left the office.

“We can do classy anytime.” He leaned one elbow on the steering wheel. “Tonight you need fun.”

“And roller-skating is your idea of fun?”

“It used to be. You’ve been roller-skating before, right?

“Not exactly.”

“Does ‘not exactly’ actually mean no?”

“In this case, yes. I mean, it means no.”

Cam shook his head, got out of the car, and came around to open Jo’s door, pressing her into the passenger door, a habit he was forming.

“So you’ve been skiing in the Alps, but you’ve never been roller-skating?” He curled a warm hand around her waist, his thumb ghosting the side of her breast, sending her thoughts and good sense on a scavenger hunt. “The gaps in your education.”

Jo leaned forward until the last inch between her breasts and his chest disappeared. She looked at him through her lashes and rasped her voice to a whisper. “Are you going to close all my gaps, Cam?”

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