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her.”
    What Troy was going to love was the look on Cam’s face when she found out he’d agreed to this. Moreover, watching her mount a horse. He shook his head and grinned. “Cam’s gonna kill me.”
    Fisher eyed him speculatively. “Since when do you give a damn what a woman thinks? You can handle Cam.”
    Justin glared at Fisher. “Have you met your sister? Attila the Hun is less intimidating.”
    Tim sat back as if enjoying the show. “This almost makes me miss being young.”
     
     
    “I haven’t been on a horse since Girl Scouts,” Camryn said and sat next to him on the bed, towel drying her hair from the family’s after-dinner swim. “If I remember right, I couldn’t walk for a week.”
    Troy set the remote down. One hundred channels and nothing on. “My concern exactly.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “You’re not mad?”
    “Should I be?”
    He was kind of expecting it, yeah.
    She pulled the sheet up to her chest and leaned against the headboard, opening a book. He looked at the name on the back cover, noting his favorite author. She was holding the last book in the series. He wouldn’t have pegged her as a horror fan. “Is that one any good?”
    She kept reading. “It doesn’t have pictures. You wouldn’t like it.”
    “Ouch.”
    She grinned but didn’t look up. His chest did some kind of strange constriction. Cam didn’t smile much, especially like this. With no one watching, no one to impress, she seemed almost carefree. He wanted more.
    Grabbing the book from her, he held it above his head. “I read books without pictures.”
    Her eyebrows rose, but she didn’t make a move for the book. “Comic books don’t count.”
    “For your information,” he said, “I’ve read this whole series. Garrett Croft is supposed to die in this book, after the soul of his wife is freed.”
    Those crazy huge eyes of hers widened. “He does read.”
    “I’m literate too.”
    She laughed, a rustic, low sound born of sheer fantasy, and his heart all but ruptured. He could feel the smirk falling from his face, his arm lowering to the bed, but his gaze darted to her mouth. Small, pink. The bottom lip a little fuller than the top.
    “Can I have the book back now?” she asked, smile still in place.
    He wracked his brain for something else clever to say, just to hear that laugh again, but his mind drew a blank. He handed the book back. “You ever read King?”
    “Sometimes. Not often. He goes off on too many tangents.”
    This time, he grinned. He felt the same way. “What about fantasy or romance? Might loosen you up a bit. Give you some wild ideas.”
    “I don’t do wild ideas.”
    She didn’t do public displays of affection either, but she’d kissed him in front of the family. Before he could look at her mouth again, remember that kiss, he reached behind his neck and pulled off his shirt. He clicked off the TV and flopped on his back.
    “Do you seriously read romance books?”
    He closed his eyes and smiled. “Good sex scenes.”
    “They’re as bad as the movies. So unrealistic.”
    He opened one eye and looked at her. “And the demons in horror books are realistic?”
    Turning on the bed to face him, she crossed her legs. “Well, no, but that’s obvious fiction. Romance gives people the impression that love like that exists.”
    Not even she was that jaded. He leaned on his elbows. “Love like that does exist.”
    She whipped him a look of improbability. “Oh, come on. Happily ever after and dancing in the rain and one true love you can’t live without?”
    She was that jaded. It broke his heart a little. He sat up. “You don’t believe in love?”
    “Of course I believe in love. I love my family. I’ve been in love. But soul mates and other nonsense? No.”
    He couldn’t believe his ears. What had happened to her that she couldn’t believe in miracles and happiness? “Then you’ve never been in love, Camryn Covic. What a shame.” Her lips pursed. He shook