Hometown Cinderella by Victoria Pade

Author:Victoria Pade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2007-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It was six-thirty Friday evening when Cam arrived home from work. He had less than half an hour to grab something light to eat, change out of his uniform and get to his basketball game.

Intent on eating first, he went directly to his kitchen, trying to decide whether to microwave some soup or whatever leftovers were in the fridge. But as he got to the back of the house the motion-detector light over Eden’s garage turned on and curiosity pushed him to the window above the sink instead.

Eden was approaching her garage, hauling a packing box.

Cam watched as she climbed the steps to the upper deck and propped the box between her hip and the stair railing so she could open the door to the space she’d mentioned she was going to use as an art studio.

That didn’t look like something she would be doing if she intended to go to the basketball game tonight, he thought.

Disappointment slammed him like a body blow.

But he knew he didn’t have any right to that feeling. Or any reason to care what Eden did or didn’t do tonight.

The time had come for them to go their separate ways—that’s what he’d decided the evening before and nothing had changed to make it any less true now. She had her own life, her own ideas of how it should play out from here and with what kind of guy, and he had his life. And the only connection that there could be between the two of them was that they were neighbors.

Despite that, though, he continued to spy on her as she went into the studio and turned on the lights.

He could see her through the large window that matched the one in his workout room as she set down the box. Then she came back out again, leaving the lights on as she returned to the house.

She was probably going to bring out more boxes….

And there he waited, knowing he shouldn’t, that he didn’t have the time to spare, telling himself to get his ass in gear, and yet he remained standing at the sink when she came into sight again with the second box a moment later.

She looked great. As always. Her shiny burnt-umber colored hair was twisted up the back of her head and curls sprang to life at her crown. She had on a short jacket that hid whatever she was wearing under it. But it ended at her waist and allowed him a view of the jeans she had on. And they were something to see. Or at least the way they looked on her was something to see. Snug through the hips, they grazed her rear end so tantalizingly it nearly made him drool.

And why he was standing there torturing himself, he honestly didn’t know.

But still he stayed where he was as she made trip number three.

It was torture, though. Looking out that window at her just made him want to be with her even worse than he had all day long.

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