Chapter 12

NORAH WAS RUNNING LATE. Her meeting in Oxford had taken longer than expected, but the end results were well worth it. Come Saturday, they just might pull off her lunatic scheme.

The downside was she had to head straight to Grammy's for family dinner, where Cam was supposed to have broken the news about their involvement. Terror at the family's possible reactions dimmed the effervescent thrill of finally giving in and letting herself want, letting herself have. If this relationship blew up in their faces, they'd keep Cam. He was blood. But where would that leave her? Cut off from the family she was closer to than her own?

Maybe it would be fine, as he expected. He was so blithely unconcerned about what they thought. But just in case, she'd been mentally rehearsing her defense. Not that the Campbells would ever put her on the witness stand like her father, but a lifetime of training was hard to break.

"Now or never," she muttered, stepping inside.