Free Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes) by Melody Anne Page A

her core wasn’t the most positive of signs. Damn this man and the way he made her feel.
    “Evening,” he said, a big smile on his face.
    “What are you doing here, Cam?”
    “I thought I’d be kind and offer you a ride out to Spence’s house.”
    “I have a car, thank you,” she said, and tried to shut the door.
    “Now, don’t be rude. You know you’re going to want to have a few drinks, and you don’t want to drink and drive, do you?” he asked, holding out his arm to prevent her from slamming the door shut.
    “I’m not a moron, Cam. I don’t do that. It’s called restraint,” she countered before she realized what he’d said. “Wait a minute. How do you know I’m going out there?”
    “I was invited, too,” he informed her, and that damnable smile returned—if anything, it was even brighter.
    “Ugh! This had so better not be matchmaking,” she warned. “Just because we’ve shared a few kisses in the last year—” she started to say, when he broke in.
    “Don’t forget about our incredible sex the night of Spence and Sage’s wedding.”
    “I did forget, thank you,” she said. By the twinkle in his eyes, she had no doubt that he knew she was lying. Of course she hadn’t forgotten. How could she when he was the only man who had managed to make her feel as if she were floating while he traced his fingers across her eager flesh? His kisses since then kept reminding her of how much pleasure he was capable of bringing her.
    It was best for everyone concerned—okay, it was best for just her alone if she stayed as far away from Camden Whitman as possible. Her body called her a liar. Her mind told her she was smart to avoid him. And her heart? She wasn’t even going to listen to the beating of her heart. It had never steered her in the right direction.
    “You can say whatever you want, but your eyes tell me the truth,” he said, stepping closer.
    “Knock it off, Cam.” Her voice was weak as she held up a hand. She knew he could easily overpower her, because they both knew she wanted him.
    “I’m just trying to give you a ride, Grace.”
    “The ride is what I’m afraid of,” she said dryly.
    Cam laughed and moved in closer, cornering her against the table and lifting a hand to trail it through her loose tendrils of hair. “The ride is the best part,” he whispered.
    She pulsed deep inside as her womanhood clamored for what his eyes were promising.
    “Cam . . . don’t . . .” She was seconds away from falling into his arms.
    “Okay, I’m sorry.” He backed off, disappointing her and yet making her appreciate him at the same time.
    Yep. She was certainly crazy. That was the only explanation for the things she was forgetting doing, and her wild emotions she couldn’t get a grasp on.
    “How many people are going to be at your brother’s tonight? He made it sound like it was just a small family dinner. I should have been suspicious,” she said, trying to get back on track.
    “I think only a few people are coming over.”
    “How many is ‘a few’?” she asked.
    “Okay, fine. You know my brother. Probably fifty or so,” he answered, finally giving her some much-needed space and walking over to her freshly made salad. He grabbed a fork and dipped in for a bite.
    “That’s rude, Cam,” she snapped, snatching the fork from him before he could double-dip. “Anyway, I don’t think I have nearly enough salad, so back off.” As her temper rose, so did her attitude. “And who invited you inside, anyway? What makes you think you can barge into my house and make yourself so at home? I’m tired of you using your charm and getting your way every time I blink.”
    “I’m worried about you,” he told her, his voice suddenly hushed.
    The actual concern she saw entering his eyes made her tense. “Why are you worried about me?”
    “When I stayed over the other night, when you had that cold, I heard something. When I went outside, there was a screwdriver below your