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I can see your lovely arse cheeks. And if that pisses you off, I should really refrain from mentioning that your robe has separated and I can see your quim.”
    I laugh when she attacks me with a pillow before tying her robe securely and glaring at me.
    “Aren’t you even a little weirded out by the fact that we’ve been boning like animals while I’m pregnant with your dead brother’s baby?”
    “Well, no. To be fair, he’s not here any longer, God rest his soul, and I really bloody find you sexy as hell. Next problem?”
    “Do you still believe that I lied about the baby being Robert’s?”
    Oh fucking hell. How can I possibly answer that truthfully without lying my arse off? I can’t and my pause gives her just the answer she’s been searching for.
    “I knew it! You still think I came all this way to fleece your poor parents! You’re such an asshole, Cameron Stone. Can’t you see that I would never do anything to hurt them? I freaking love them.”
    “Ducky.”
    “No. Just freaking stop already! Do you know why I asked you all these things, Cameron? I asked because I needed some honesty before I made my decision, and now I have the answer.”
    “What bloody answer?” I yell, coming off the bed to cut her off as she heads for the door.
    “The museum called me two days ago. They want me back.”

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Cam
    The words leave her mouth and I freeze, my entire body going so rock hard I feel that a stiff breeze would shatter me into a million tiny pieces. Sure, maybe I deserve this for treating her like garbage and then allowing my lust to overtake me.
    Maybe it’s because I used her to stick it to Lettie. Maybe it’s because instead of telling her that now that I have had her, I can’t envision my life without her, I’ve just told her about the convenience of it all and expect her to blindly accept.
    Whatever the case, I feel fate and whatever bitch is working my life laugh her arse off and spit in my eye. The museum wants her back?
    Days ago, I would have laughed at such an innocuous statement and shrugged it off like I do most every problem that arises. I’m a solver. I look at a problem, see how to fix it, and then just go full out to get things exactly the way I want them.
    Just look at the way I’d manipulated and maneuvered Shaw.
    But this…
    I’d looked into it more in-depth if you will, after the impassioned speech she’d given me, and what I’d found was a revelation. Shaw had worked her arse off in high school and earned a full ride to NYU. She’d then spent three and a half years killing herself to graduate early so that she could be a shoo-in for an internship at a very prestigious museum that does not generally hire “fresh meat” right out of the lecture halls.
    My baby had earned her spot by the blood and sweat of her brow and been one of the best in her state. The fact that they’d given her a spot almost immediately tells me that she’s not only hard working, but also smart enough to have made a mark even in such a short time.
    But that’s not what worries me. No, my angst comes from the fact that she’s getting a second chance at something that was obviously a dream that she’d lost due to these unfortunate circumstances. A dream that she may not walk away from.
    A dream that could rip her out of my hands before I’ve fully claimed her.
    Gathering myself, I slam the door shut when she opens it and lean in, trapping her between the wood and my naked body.
    “You can’t…Mum and Dad would be devastated if you left us now, Shaw.”
    And me. But I don’t say that. I keep that inside because to tell her that it would fell me when the chances of her saying no are so high…emotional suicide.
    “This has been something I wanted since I was seventeen. I worked so hard for it that when I lost it I cried for a week,” she whispers, turning in the circle of my arms and leaning back into the door.
    Her purple eyes are alight with something I can’t define, but she