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speed of light. Probably making everyone in a twenty-mile radius miserable.”
    “That sounds right.” Cam turned to face her, shoulder to the glass. “I didn’t want to see them. The twins, I mean. Even now, I can’t see them. I don’t know when I’ll be able to.”
    Jo ran a steady hand through the hair hanging around her shoulders so she wouldn’t reach for him.
    “I know seeing Walsh and Kerris—”
    “It’s not Walsh and Kerris.” Cam raised a thick fan of lashes to look at her, his eyes unshielded. “What if the twins look like Amalie?”
    The thought hadn’t even occurred to Jo. Of course they could look like Amalie, the daughter Kerris and Cam had lost. Brooklin and Harlim shared half the DNA Amalie had died with.
    “I’m so sorry, Cam.” What else was there to say?
    “It’s like every time I think I can get past this…debacle…between the three of us, and I can maybe be in their lives on some terms, something pushes me back out. Maybe I’m just meant to be…”
    Alone .
    He didn’t say it, but Jo had always known, even when Cam would vacation with them, sleep over at the house, laugh and even cry with them, that some part of him was always alone. Even she, closer to him than anyone else, knew there were places in Cam’s life and in his heart not even she could go.
    “They want you in their lives,” Jo said, feeling like an idiot for saying it but knowing it was true.
    “Yeah, well, we’ll see. Some things just aren’t worth the hurt.” Cam whooshed air from his chest and pulled his lips into that smile he used to change the subject. “So, you staying here or what?”
    “No, Kerris is asleep, resting. The nurses are with the girls. Mama Jess and Meredith just got here, actually. They’re with Kerris.” Jo glanced at the ALOR watch circling her wrist, glad Kerris’s closest friends had arrived and she could collapse. “I’m done. Been in constant motion since four o’clock this morning. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
    “Where you staying?”
    “Walsh said I could stay at their place, of course.”
    “By yourself? Or you could stay with me. We could catch up.”
    Jo raised an imperious eyebrow and cocked her head.
    “Oh, so now you want to catch up. Where have you been for the last six months? Why have you been ignoring me?”
    “Jo, I’ve been busy.”
    “Don’t do that.” Some hybrid of a sigh and a laugh slipped past her lips. “Not to me.”
    He looked at her, his eyes hiding more from her than usual, before they dropped and slid down the length of her body, pausing at her breasts, caressing the line of her waist. She felt that look like a hand skimming over her and shuddered at even the thought of Cam’s intimate touch. Something heated up between them, fogging her judgment. It felt like attraction. Felt like chemistry. Felt like something she had hoped for before with Cam but knew she’d never have.
    Jo shook off the effects of that look, wondering if she was going a little crazy. Maybe her feverish mind, always hot and usually bothered around Cam, had conjured that moment. It wouldn’t be the first time she read too much into a look or a feeling with this man. For example, at Christmas, she had sensed…she had thought…she had hoped…but nothing had materialized. Cam had gone dark, and she hadn’t heard from him until today.
    She was just about to clear her throat, but he beat her to it.
    “I’m staying at the Chevalier.”
    Wow. Jo knew that between the inheritance Aunt Kris had left him and the money his art had generated over the last year or so, Cam had to be sitting pretty, but hearing he was staying at the Chevalier still surprised her. People like Walsh wore wealth. Not as clothing, but as skin. As scent. It had been woven into the fibers of who they were since birth. Walsh could walk into a room naked and you’d assume he came from money. It was in his bearing. In the way he looked at the world like he owned most of it, because in some ways, he