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She spins there, her eyes meeting mine, a small blush creeping up her neck, even if she does smile in response.

“Cameron.”

“Brady.”

“Tell me.”

She cocks her head. “And why would I do that?”

“’Cause what kind of boyfriend doesn’t know what’s under his girlfriend’s shirt?”

She leans in close, whispering teasingly, “A fake one.”

I frown and she laughs, giving up on filling her empty bucket and instead grabbing a new one.

She spins, and my eyes fall to her chest. “Come on, Boyfriend,” she calls out loud. “Let’s wash theheadlights next.”

I glare, and she beams brighter, spinning and adding a little extra sway to her hips.

“Swing those hips this way, honey,” one of the guys hollers.

My head snaps toward the group gathered by the picnic tables, a warning on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t have to let it out.

No, Cameron does it for me.

“Sorry, boys,” she teases, meeting my gaze over her shoulder with a grin. “But I belong to someone else.”

I smirk from her to them. “She belongs to me.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Brady

“Come on.”

“No.”

“You can’t just leave me in suspense!”

Cameron laughs, pushing through the doors before I can hold them open, and I follow her ass toward the tables.

“Look, just tell me I’m right.”

She gives me a blank stare, and my grin grows.

“That means I am.”

She scoffs. “Like there was any room for doubt.”

“There most definitely was not.”

She faces forward as the blush starts up her neck and picks the table closest to the back, folding her legs beneath her the moment she lowers into the seat.

I drop in the one across from her, watching as she tosses her book onto the table between us, my eyes locked on the swell of her breasts in her purple top. There are pierced nipples under that shirt. On Cameron’s body.

I can’t believe she has her nipples pierced.

“What do we—Brady!”

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