Chapter 23

Camille was silent on the journey to the restaurant but it was clear to Theo that she was bursting to say something.

He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to her; the woman was hard work. “All right; spit it out.”

“There’s one thing you haven’t considered,” she said, looking worried.

“I doubt that.” His confidence irritated her.

“Why—because you always think of everything?” His conceit really was incredible.

“Not on this occasion, it would seem,” he said, looking at her soft pink mouth and feeling a strong urge to kiss her again; this fixation was a possibility he had not considered.

“While you’re pretending to…to…” He arched a questioning brow and she glared at him and said angrily, “Fancy me,”

Her gruff embarrassment drew a laugh from Theo and the need to kiss her intensified.

She slung him a look of angry reproach. “What about your girlfriend—how is she going to feel? I know it’s acting, but will she?”

“I do not encourage jeal