Page 13 of The Summer Arrangement
“Iz… You here!”
Doing my best to ignore my body’s response to Cameron, I force my focus on the eager girl before me. Patting her on the back, I match her enthusiasm. “Yes! I get to spend the day with you.”
“Yay!” With puppy dog eyes, her long lashes bat at me as she asks, “We swim and read books?”
Ohmigod. This girl is absolutely adorable.
“Of course. You have swim lessons, right?”
Nodding profusely. “Yep. I see Cora.”
Not fully following, I finally glance at Cameron for assistance, “Cora?”
When I meet his eyes, he smiles wide and nods. “Yes, Milli. You’re swimming with Cora today.”
To me, he says, “Cora’s her swim instructor.”
“Yay!” Milli squeals, as she fists her hand and pumps it in the air. “I’m hungry, Daddy. Bacon?”
The moment Cameron nods, she’s off like a rocket into the house, leaving the two of us to stare after her.
Shaking his head, Cameron turns to me. “Have you eaten? I’ve got omelets… shit… speaking of which, I’ve gotta get those…”
I follow him as he strides to the kitchen.
“Sorry, I’m not ready. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
“Uh, I’m from an Air Force family. Early is on time. On time is late.” I can’t help it. It’s been engrained in me since before I could make the choice for myself.
This earns me a devious grin. “Good to know…”
Once in the kitchen, he efficiently plates three large omelets and readjusts the temperature on the griddle. “Uh… if you’ll excuse me. Milli’s orange juice won out against my shirt just as you arrived, and now I need to…uh…” His brows raise, and he looks to his chest for explanation. “Find something else to wear.”
Reaching for what I now recognize as a shirt on the counter, he adds, “Please… help yourself. I’ve made plenty.”
Without another word, he dashes out of the room, and I’m left staring for far longer than I’ll ever admit.
Why world—of all people—why him?
Why does he have to be the only person I’ve been able to think about since the day we met?
Why couldn’t he be some random single dad in Seaside?
I need this job.
I can be professional.
But Gah—That man makes my panties melt with just a simple smirk.
Gah, get it together, Elizabeth.
This isn’t the time nor the place.
I’ve got a job to do and even if Cameron’s the only man who’s lit my body on fire from the inside out, I need to put any feelings I might have for him aside—for now.
He can star in every single one of my fantasies—when I’m off the clock.
Damn him, for being a DILF.
