Chapter 28

Troy watched Cam's retreating form, then the bathroom door as it closed, wondering what in the hell had just happened. He understood the great sex part but, immediately afterward, she'd closed herself off. She'd all but had a panic attack.

Hearing the shower turn on, his gut sank. She was trying to wash him away.

He looked around the room, seeing her shirt by the balcony doors, her shorts near the closet, the condom wrapper on her nightstand. Standing, he disposed of the wrapper and picked up her clothes, bunching them in his hands.

He stared at the bathroom door in front of him, her clothes, the door again. He braced his arms on the frame and leaned into them. If he allowed himself to believe it, this entire trip had been building to this moment. To what he'd do, how he handled it.

And he'd finally met his match in Cam because he didn't know what in the hell to do with her, himself, or the feelings rising between them.