Page 83 of My One and Only

She nuzzled his neck. “Yeah, I could be, too. But I think we should stick with the plan. A movie, then a fresh start tomorrow.”

Cam nodded. “Okay. You’re right. What do you want to watch?”

“After shooting you down, the least I can do is let you pick out the movie,” she said. “So go ahead. Pick anything you want.”

They ended up watching the firstDie Hardmovie, and when it was over, Cam drew her into his lap again. “Makes me feel like we’re back in high school,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Watch a movie together, when what we really wanted to do was tear each other’s clothes off.”

Jo smiled as she combed her fingers through his hair, letting the silky strands tickle her skin. “Yeah. The good news is, there’s always lunch tomorrow to look forward to.”

“Yeah, and I plan on feasting on you,” Cam murmured, sucking on the tender skin beneath her ear.

“I think we’ll be devouring each other,” Jo said as she nipped at his earlobe.

Groaning, Cam slid her off his lap and stood up. “If I don’t move away from you now, I’m not going to. I’ll see you in the morning, Jo.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed a scorching kiss to his mouth. By the time she pulled away, they were both panting. “Go to bed now, Jo, or spend the rest of the night in my bed.”

“I want to choose door number two, but we still haven’t talked to Fiona. So, instead, we’ll both get a good night’s sleep.”

“Not what I want right now,” he said. “I hate that you’re so practical.” He leaned in for another kiss. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will,” Jo said, hauling him back for one last kiss. “Sleep well, Cam.”

“I’d sleep better if you were beside me.”

His words made her want.Yearn. “Tomorrow,” she said softly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said.

She watched until he disappeared into his bedroom, then she got ready for bed and slid between the sheets. But thinking about what she could be doing with Cam made it hard to fall asleep.

* * *

Before Cam and Fiona were awake, Jo threw on her coat and stepped into the cold air to check the truck. She had a routine, and a long stick with a mirror on the end of it. The first thing she did was look at the back end of the truck. She found nothing beneath the bed of the truck but hadn’t expected to see anything. But when she moved to the truck’s cab, she noticed something beneath the cab that shouldn’t have been there. A black bundle, with wires coming out of it beneath the passenger seat. A bomb.

So whoever placed that bomb knew that Jo drove the truck, and Cam sat in the passenger seat.

She backed away from the truck, looking around. Were there any unusual cars on the street? Any cars with people sitting in them?

No and no. But that didn’t mean the bomber wasn’t watching.

Moving farther away from the truck and its bomb, Jo stepped into the house and made sure the door was locked. Then she called the police.

“I believe someone put a bomb beneath the passenger seat of my truck,” she said. “I saw it with a mirror stick.”

“What’s your name and your address?”the dispatcher said. After Jo gave her the information, the dispatcher asked, “Are you safely away from the vehicle?”

“Yes. I’m in the house. I didn’t see anyone watching, but I know that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Stay in the house. Our bomb squad will be there shortly.”

“Okay,” Jo said, glancing at the truck out the window. It didn’t look like a deadly weapon. But it was. “Thank you.”

Cam wandered out of his bedroom, wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Checking the truck.” She eased him away from the door, toward the kitchen. “Go get Fiona,” she said. “Carry her into the kitchen. Both of you stay there.”

Cam suddenly looked wide awake. “What’s going on, Jo?”

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