Chapter 12

In the long-term, Grams had counseled, it was cheaper to choose quality rather than buy trendy junk and she was right, but the junk did look fun, Camille sometimes thought wistfully. She lifted her chin defiantly as her hand went to her throat, where her cream blouse was buttoned up to the neck. After weeks of not noticing she existed, he was suddenly interested in her clothes?

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Lawrence?”

Had he been drinking? She wondered, curiosity drawing her eyes to his face. The arrogant cast of his strong features did not suggest weakness or lack of control, if you discounted the sensual fullness of his upper lip. Conscious of a sinking shivery sensation low in her stomach, Camille tore her strangely reluctant gaze from his mouth and found it wandering straight into the path of his eyes and she immediately dumped the drinking idea.

There was nothing blurry or unfocused about his manner. Drinking implied a human weakness and the elde