Flirting With Disaster (Camelot 3)

“Same thing.”

“Not the same thing.”

Sean tightened his arms and tipped her over into the sand, rolling her onto her back and throwing one thigh over her hips before she’d even caught her breath. “The next one’s going to be magic,” he said. “Yuh-you wait and see.”

Katie threaded her fingers into his hair, smiling up into those midnight-blue eyes, and decided she’d give him a fair shake at proving it to her. Worst-case scenario, she got an orgasm out of the deal. Best-case scenario, she got a magical orgasm.

Either way, he had her heart, and she had his. They’d fumble their way into the future together.

Epilogue

Five months later

Sean tripped as he stepped backward onto the moving truck’s ramp. The sharp edge of the bookshelf gouged a line into his forearm. “Shit.”

“You okay?” Caleb asked.

“Yeah, fine.” It stung, but he ignored the pain and concentrated on keeping his grip. His palms were so slimy, he was liable to drop the shelf if he didn’t pay attention.

God, it was hot. He’d lived in Camelot last summer, but he had no recollection of Ohio weather being this insane in August. It was hot and muggy twenty-four hours a day, and no matter how often he showered, he was always sweaty, not to mention grimy from all the packing he and Katie had been doing.

Below him, Caleb hoisted the bookshelf onto his shoulder, taking some of the weight off Sean’s end. “All right?”

“Yeah, fine.”

Caleb walked up the ramp, and they maneuvered the unit into place, filling the final gap at the back of the moving truck. “That does it, right?”

“It b-better,” Sean said. “We’re out of room.”

“Who knew you guys had so much stuff?”

Sean sure hadn’t. When he’d flown Katie back from Jamaica and taken his mother’s house off the market, it had been next to empty. Katie brought some clothes and dishes with her when she moved in, but not enough to fill a truck.

Of course, some of the boxes were his. There were a dozen or more labeled “Jenny” that he and Katie had decided to save from the attic. He’d found a good spot in the back corner of the truck that held the remains of the shrine.

Surveying the landscape of the packed U-Haul, he scratched the back of his neck and said, “This shit is all g-going to fall over while we’re d-driving.”

“No way. This packing job is a thing of beauty. You and Katie are going to open the truck up in L.A., and nothing will have moved an inch.”

“Fifty bucks says something b-breaks.”

“You’re on.”

Caleb jumped down from the back of the truck, and Sean followed him. He pulled the back gate most of the way down and stowed the ramp. “Can you bring my truck up here?” he asked, digging the keys out of his pocket. The SUV was parked out on the road to leave room for the U-Haul. “I’ll wheel over the trailer.”

“Sure.” Caleb caught the keys and walked toward the street.

Sean peeled off in the opposite direction and met Katie coming toward him, a box in her arms. He grabbed the box and glanced at the label. Katie’s Sharpie scribble read “Light Bulbs. Hammer.”

“Seriously, ssweetheart? Your brother just bet me fifty bucks nothing was gonna b-break. I’d hate to take his m-money before we’re out of the driveway.”

“It won’t break. I used hot pads to keep the light bulbs away from the hammer. It’ll be fine.”

“I thought we’d loaded all the boxes already.”

“That’s the last one,” she said. “It’s stuff we’ll need in the apartment right away—light bulbs and paper towels and hot pads. Duct tape. Trust me, you’ll be glad we have it.”

“You know apartments usually c-come with light bulbs, right?”