Page 89 of Sin With Me

“You’re back on Long Island in Cameron’s new condo.”

I stilled.

Father Cameron’s or just Cameron’s?

“I’m really having a difficult time trusting you.” I shook my head. “Orhim.”

“Good. You shouldn’t trust anyone; but just to ease your mind, I checked on your mother as well and she’s fine. No one has connected her to the heist you pulled off at the warehouse. Cameron doesn’t know anything, and I’m not going to tell him, but I think you should.”

Before I had a chance to ask her how she knew where my mother was, a low knock sounded on thedoor.

“One sec. She’s changing,” Lola called out, then threw me a brand-new shirt, panties, and shorts. “There’s a washroom behind that door. I’m pretty sure you want to freshen up before you come out. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

I nodded and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Once changed, I came back to the empty bedroom. The door was closed. I took a deep breath and pulled on the doorknob before entering a living area. Father Cameron was sitting by a table in front of a computer. He was dressed in a gray v-neck and a pair of jeans with no socks. I liked him in jeans. They made him look normal and not too holy; though maybe he should have put on his clerical outfit, and then maybe I’d stop ogling him so much. He looked up from the screen as soon as I entered. We held an uncomfortable stare and I finally cleared my throat.

“Where’s Lola?” I asked.

“She’s just outside the front door making calls. I assumed you’d have questions forme.”

“I do have questions,” Isaid.

“All right. Go ahead.”

As much as I didn’t trust him at this moment, my body reacted to his mouth-watering masculinity on its own, and that tingling sensation returned to my stomach instantly. He must have recently showered as well because his dark hair hadn’t fully dried and formed into sexy clumps and waves.

I approached warily. “You need to be honest withme.”

“I promise to answer all the questions Ican.”

“Is your name even Cameron?” I asked.

“Yes, but most people call meCam.”

“You asked me to call you Cam back at the church, not Father Cameron. Why?”

“Kate, I’m sure you can figure it out on yourown.”

He leaned his head to the side, waiting for me. I waited for me too. I shut my eyes and searched through my mind, trying to piece the truths and lies of the past eight months together, sifting through all our conversations. My facts overlapped as I tried to reach that detective instinct I once had. What the hell had happened to it? Nothing made sense.

“You’re not a priest,” I said, taking a cautious step to theside.

“Took you long enough to figure that out.” He shook his head. “For Pete’s sake, Kate. I thought you were a detective.”

His brows scrunched. Cameron looked frustrated. I wanted to be angry with him. I wanted to hate him for lying to me, but I couldn’t deny that the level of attraction I felt toward him since confirming that he was an ordinary man and not a priest had multiplied by a million. That anger I held inside was quickly turning into something different, and I didn’t like it. I couldn’t controlit.

“I work with the child services department investigating foster families, you dumbass. I don’t solve crimes.”

I caught a sly smirk on his face, as if he were enjoying this conversation.

“Why were you pretending to be a priest?”

He stilled. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You just said you’d answer my questions, so unless you have a different answer, I’m out of here.” I looked around the room for the exit, and when I found one, I headed straight forit.

“Kate, wait.” He pushed his chair pack and rushed toward me, grabbing hold of my wrist. I tried to yank my arm away, but he didn’t let go, and the momentum twisted me around right into his chest. I looked up to meet his amused gaze. Did he think this was funny?

“Who are you? Answer menow!”

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