Looking up, Cam realized he’d already reached the diner. A blonde-haired waitress stood out front, talking on a cell phone. His heart stuttered to a stop. Then started again. Something dark and rich settled in his gut. His scattered brain managed to record a few critical details. Golden hair. Rounded hips. Legs that seemed to go on forever. And lips, he noticed, as he drew closer. Amazing, entrancing, have-to-taste-them lips.
The golden goddess pocketed the phone and went to sit on a bench under a big tree. She moved like heaven. Despite the ugly pink uniform, the woman sparkled like a polished gold coin.
Wait a minute…a blonde in a waitress uniform?
In an instant, Cam knew he’d found his heiress, along with a mountain of temptation.
He walked over to the bench. For one brief second Cam hoped he was wrong. Maybe his heiress was still inside and this woman just looked a little like the picture in the file. Eve was part of the grand scheme cooked up by Victoria Armington, which meant Eve was as good as a client, which meant she was off limits. He couldn’t get personally involved with her in any way.
“Eve Bennett?”
Her head lifted. “Yes?”
I am so screwed.
She was even more beautiful up close. Whoever had taken the fuzzy picture in the file should be shot. At least then he would have been prepared for the impact. Eyes like blue sapphires, high cheekbones, and those lips. How did such a creature exist in a town that didn’t even register on some maps?
Her eyes widened as Cam stood there, gaping like an idiot. He’d scared her, he realized. A strange man assaulting women on a public street tended to make them skittish. He needed to talk. He needed to remember how to talk. He made his living talking to people. Persuading people. He could do this.
“I’m Cameron Reed,” he managed to say. “Attorney for Victoria Armington.”
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