Island of Secrets and Scars

Fuck.

Cameron stiffened.

“Dr. Ian.” The girl’s voice was more effective at cooling his desire than a bucket of ice water.

He stood like a rabbit spotted by its prey, listening for movement from her room.

“Dr. Ian, you still here?”

With his hands still on Cameron’s hips, and his body still pressed against her backside, he straightened. “I’ll get her. Put yourself back together.”

As he stepped away, Cameron bent to retrieve the dress pooled at her feet. What the hell were they doing? Yes, he’d found the woman he loved. But did that mean he owned any piece of her heart? Or her body?

He turned to go check on Ara. Cameron’s voice stopped him.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t spend the night with Keso. He’s in trouble. Real trouble. I went to help, but when I slept, I was alone . . . like I am every night.”

“It doesn’t matter.” But it did. More than he wanted to admit. He needed her words to be true.

“It matters to me.” Stepping up behind him, she slid her arms around his waist, then pressed her lips to his naked back. “I love you,” she whispered against his skin.

And he loved her. This wasn’t the way they were supposed to end. Somehow, this time he had to find a way to keep her.