Theirs to Keep

His smile widened. “Whichever.”

“It matters, you know.”

“Uh huh.”

Our eyes had found each other’s, and now neither one of us was willing to look away. It was like this often. The flirting happened between our look, our movements, our body language. One day, soon I hoped, it would go even further than that.

“So… you got a guess for me today?” I asked, the pencil still clenched between my teeth.

“Not yet, but Bryce does.”

“And?”

Camden shifted from one foot to the other. “It’s a good one.”

“Okay.”

“I’m hoping he’s wrong of course,” he added hastily.

“Obviously,” I said slyly. “Because then he’d win.”

Camden took a half-step closer. The movement brought our bodies to within a foot of each other. “And I want to win,” he said. His voice dropped even lower. “Badly.”

I took the pencil and casually tucked it behind my e

ar. “Then make sure you guess correctly.”

“Wanna give me a hint?”

I inhaled, letting his deliciously manly scent wash over me. Basking in the warmth I could feel radiating off of his hard, muscular body.

Hell yeah, I thought to myself. Of course I want to give you a hint…

“No hints.”

Camden’s mouth went tight. “Too bad.” He leaned back against the wall again with an almost imperceptible sigh. “Bryce thinks you were a wedding planner.”

Silence. Dead silence. In the sanctity of our shaded alcove, I didn’t even move.

“Holy shit, he’s not right is he?”

I let my handsome employer stew for a moment, saying absolutely nothing as my own grin widened. I could feel his panic growing. His internal alarm.

“No,” I said finally. “I was never a wedding planner.”

Camden exhaled, long and slow through clenched teeth. His shoulders slumped in relief.

“Was he at least close though?” he squinted.

I smiled sweetly. “No hints. Remember?”

“Yeah yeah…”

I tucked my clipboard back beneath one arm and stared up into those gorgeous blue eyes. It would be so easy to make a move right now. So simple, to just close the distance between us and plant my lips on his.

But he was my boss. One of three of them, anyway. And not that it would’ve stopped me if he’d made the move, but for me to make the choice myself… well…

It would be like snubbing the other two.