Page 50 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

But it was her.

It was Camila Cabrera.

And she was off limits.

Back off, you stupid fuck. Screwing her would screw you.

She took another step closer. With the way the sun was hitting her, he could see the gold flecks in her dark brown eyes. “Well?”

He swallowed.Say something, dumbass.“You’re going to get what you wanted,” he murmured.

“And what do I want?”

Why did her voice turn husky like that?

Did she want him, too? Did she have fantasies while lying in bed at night about him, just like he did about her?

Jesus, he needed to go.

Needed to get back on his bike and go the fuck home.

Because he was afraid this visit was going to take a turn. One he would regret later.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you? And it has nothing to do with who my father is, does it?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

The corners of her mouth curled up as she studied his face, which he purposely made blank.

“Yes, you’re scared of me for some reason. Do you have a problem with women?”

“Only my ex. She’s a nightmare.” And that was a nice description.

“But you married her anyway.”

“I was tricked.”

“Or maybe you tricked her.”

A valid point, but wrong. “I never pretend to be something I’m not.”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “Aren’t you pretending now?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This woman was good. Too good for his comfort. “I have to go.”

As he turned on his heel, she grabbed his arm to stop him. “Proof you’re scared.”

“Will you stop saying that?”

She shrugged. “Prove to me you’re not.”

“And how do I do that?”

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