Page 42 of Tempt Our Fate
“I know Mom would be happy to see the two of you figuring it out,” I tell him softly, taking the last sip of my coffee I’d made an hour ago. After Cade yawned for the fourth time in a ten-minute period, I figured he could use the evening pick-me-up. Hopefully, when he leaves here, he goes home to go to bed instead of trying to get more work done.
“You think?” His voice catches slightly.
I nod. “Yeah.” Leaning forward, I wrap my arms around my brother and hug him. His body goes lax, his arms wrapping around me as we stay in the embrace for a moment. His arms shake slightly, making me wonder how much stress and sadness he’s hiding underneath his tough exterior.
“I think you should go home and sleep,” I coax, pulling away.
He yawns again as if his body agrees with me. “Maybe I will. After I talk to Mare, of course.”
I laugh. Even in college, she was always on a totally different schedule than me. I thrive on an early bedtime and waking up before everyone else in the morning. She was the opposite. Mare would sleep all day and work on homework all night, something that was hard to juggle when we were both on completely opposite schedules. We made it work, but I find it funny that even all these years later, she’s still working through the night, while I prefer crawling into bed by nine.
“Tell Mare I said hello. And that she should call me.”
Cade nods, walking toward the exit. “Thanks for being here, Pip. Sorry if I’ve been a little MIA lately.”
“It’s a busy season for you. Once winter comes, I’ll force you to spend more time with your little sister. I’ve got all kinds of recipes you can taste test for me.”
I finally get a chuckle from him. He shakes his head at me, opening the door and letting a rush of cold night air in.
“You’ve got it,” he calls over his shoulder.
I watch him get into his truck before I shut the door. With Cade gone, a rush of exhaustion washes over me. I’d thought about getting some things ready for tomorrow, but now, I’m too tired. Instead, my bed and a big bowl of sugary cereal are calling my name.
I’ve done it so many times that I’m able to rush through getting the cafe closed for the night. It was already fairly ready since we weren’t very busy. My eyes roam over the space as I go through a mental closing checklist in my mind. Satisfied I’ve done everything I’m supposed to do, I flick the lights off and open the door.
Instead of it opening, it runs into something hard with a thud.
“What the h—” My words are cut off as I look up to find Camden gripping the door. His eyes are dark and clouded, his lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes bore into mine.
“Camden?” I ask, shocked to see him standing there. I haven’t seen him since he was climbing into the back of a black SUV at my family’s house. He’d wanted to get away from me so fast that he couldn’t even wait for me to take him back to the gallery. We hadn’t spoken since. The time and distance he placed between us has only fueled my anger.
That same fury bubbles inside me at seeing him again. I can’t get a read on him. He’s hot and then cold, and it’s driving me crazy. I should be thankful that between the two of us, he stopped us from doing something drastic like kissing, but I’m really just disappointed I can’t describe how he tastes.
“Shortcake.” His words are low, coming out almost like a growl. I don’t know if it’s the fire burning in his icy-blue eyes or the way his shoulders rise and fall in angry breaths, but something about him sends a shiver down my spine.
“Didn’t know you were back in Sutten,” I breathe, my eyes flicking to the small amount of empty space between us.
He looks down at it, too, before taking a step closer and closing it. I have to take a few steps back so we don’t touch. My feet slip on the freshly mopped floor. The only thing that saves me from busting my ass is his strong, thick fingers wrapping around my bicep.
He doesn’t let go. Ineedhim to let go. We’re too close, and I’m thinking that it still wouldn’t be terrible to kiss him, even though he gets on my nerves and is constantly acting like an asshole.
“I had unfinished business here,” he mutters. I can’t help it. When his eyes focus on my lips, my tongue peeks out to wet them. It was involuntary, but the way he stares at my lips with pristine focus makes me want to do it again to keep his gaze like that forever.
“Like what?” I breathe, fully aware that I’ve slowly leaned closer to him.
All it’d take was for me to move another inch and our foreheads would be touching. I wouldn’t know what was his air and what was mine. All I’d know is that we were sharing it and that breathing the same air is so close to tasting him.
My heart hammers against my chest as I wait for him to answer. I’m angry with myself for wanting to kiss him, for knowing with every fiber of my being that if he closed the distance, I’d let him. He has no redeeming qualities except he’s so good-looking that it’s unfair. He’s an asshole, hates this town, and left me wanting more last time he almost kissed me.
None of that matters. Because I think I can deal with him being an asshole if his kisses make up for it.
I just know he’s got to be angry in the bedroom. I think I’d like to find out. I know plenty of ways to keep his mouth busy so he wouldn’t have to talk.
Starting with having his tongue down my throat.
I swallow, relishing the way he looks at me. I’m confident similar thoughts are running through his head.
“What’s the unfinished business, Camden?” I whisper.