Hiding Out At The Circle C

by Jill Shalvis

  "Yes?" He waited. "They wanted?"

  "Me to stay," she whispered.

  "That's right, they do. So do I."

  At that unexpected admission, she fumbled, and words abruptly deserted her.

  Cam had no such problem, and he advanced on her.

  "Just a moment ago, when I came here, you were leaving," he accused in that same low, controlled voice with which he'd just dismissed his family. "You were actually going to walk out of here without a word." He shoved hands through his hair and turned slowly around, as if he needed the space. Then he whirled back, hitting her with those eyes. "After all we'd been through, after all we'd talked about, you would have just left?"

  She looked down at her hands to avoid the grief in his voice, the agony in his eyes.

  "Why, Haley?"

  Her ankle throbbed, but it was nothing compared with the excruciating pain in her heart that his simple words caused. "I can't stay, Cam. You know I can't."

  "I know nothing of the kind. There's no reason for you to run away. There's nothing to be frightened of anymore."

  She lifted her head. "I'm more frightened now than I've ever been."

  "Because of me?"

  "Because of what you make me feel."

  That was clearly beyond his ability to comprehend. "That's nothing to fear. I love you. For some reason, you think that's not possible, that no one could love you. But you're wrong. Nellie loves you, too, and so do my brothers. They don't want you to leave, either."

  "But you're a family."

  "Yes. And you've never had much of one around, have you? So let us be your family. Stay with us… Marry me."

  Her heart stopped.

  "You heard me right," he said, nodding, watching her reaction carefully. "Marry me, Haley."

  One of her crutches clattered to the floor. Slowly, his eyes holding hers, Cam bent and retrieved it, but he didn't hand it to her.

  "My job," she said weakly, in a voice barely audible. "What happened before—"

  "Forget what happened." Tossing the crutch across the bed and out of her reach, he took her wrist in one hand. "As far as your work, do whatever you want, Haley. Work, don't work … I don't care. I want you, and I want you to be happy. With me."

  She didn't want to think about what his caressing thumb against her palm did to her pulse. Didn't want to ignite that glimmer of hope in her heart. "I want you to be happy, too, Cam. That's why I'm going."

  In a rare burst of temper, Cam snatched the other crutch from her and tossed it the way of the first. It slid noisily from the bed to the floor. "No."

  Stepping back from both him and his anger, Haley let out a surprised cry as she remembered her handicap.

  Eyes blazing, Cam stopped her fall, pulling her up against his hard, vital body.

  "You don't get it, do you?" Tender hands swept over her, holding her close, while his eyes continued to burn. "If you leave me, I'll be as helpless as you are without those crutches." His voice broke, went hoarse as he admitted, "I was so damned lonely before you, Haley. We were both hiding out at the Circle C."

  Tears filled her eyes and she tried to avert her face, but he tipped up her head, forcing her to stare at him and feel, see, each and every emotion. "I need you," he whispered in an achingly husky voice. His hands soothed and coaxed a response she didn't mean to give and her body arched against him.

  The glimmer of hope roared into a flame and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

  "You see?" he whispered triumphantly, spinning her around and around. "You need me, too. That doesn't make you weak, Haley. Or less of a person. Need is good. Love is good. We'll fulfill each other."

  "I didn't think you could love me anymore," she managed, cupping his face because she couldn't help but touch him. Her lips hovered a breath from his. "Not after what happened. I felt so guilty."

  He shook his head and held her closer. "Don't blame yourself. And never, ever, doubt my love for you. Promise me."

  She could only nod. For a long moment they clung to each other, but finally she had to say it: "I keep expecting you to change your mind."

  He pulled her more firmly to him and bent his head to kiss her neck, her jaw, her face. "I'm never going to do that. Never."

  Pleasure made her light-headed. Was it possible? Was it truly possible to be so loved, and to love so much in return? He caught her head in his hands and kissed her deeply enough to have her heart racing. Then he looked at her with an intensity that might have frightened her, except his tone was light and teasing. "You never found out what it was that you said in your sleep last night in the cave."

  He kissed her again, before she could say anything, stealing what little breath she had left. His mouth was as firm as his body, and he tasted so good. After a minute, he lifted his head again, waiting—she knew darn well for what. She might have told him right then, but her emotions were raw and she felt dazed, dazzled by what he'd told her, all in one kiss.

  And what a kiss it had been. His breath was controlled and deep, but unsteady in a way that told her exactly how affected he was. All she could think was that she no longer had a reason to leave. That he was perfect, and all hers.

  Her middle rubbed against him as she leaned back in his embrace to see his expression, and she felt the rigid pressure that brought a gleam of mischief to her eye. "So tell me, now," she whispered with a small smile, her heart beating wildly against her chest. "Tell me what I said. Tell me and maybe … just maybe…" She slid her hips against his, reveling in the hardness she found there. She was rewarded by a muffled groan as he laughed and gripped her tightly.

  "You can't distract me that easily." He caught her chin. "You know what I think? I think maybe you know what you said up there on the mountain." He kissed her again, softly this time, his lips barely a whisper against hers. "Don't you?"

  The undisguised need in his eyes made her feel like the strongest woman on earth. "I told you what I've been too chicken to admit while awake," she said, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm. "But awake or asleep, it'll never change." She took the biggest dare of her life. "I love you, Cam. I always will." The words were barely out before he whooped and again spun her around the room.

  When her head stopped spinning, she smiled and said, "I want to be with you."

  He went still. "Define 'be with.'"

  It wasn't easy to explain—not when she'd kept everything inside for so long. "I want to stay in Colorado. And write." She cleared her throat and voiced her new dream. "A book."

  His eyes darkened, smoldered. "A romance?"

  She blushed, knowing he was thinking of her journal, and where that had led them. "No. I have a feeling I have all the romance I need. I mean … I want more than just to stay. I want to be Mrs. Cameron Reeves."

  His eyes lit up with happiness, boosting her confidence.

  "I want that more than I've wanted anything in my entire life."

  His slow grin was wide and gorgeous. "Well, darlin', that makes two of us."

  A cheer went up on the other side of the door. Zach's, Jason's and Nellie's voices became clear as they began to congratulate each other. Ally cried.

  Cam looked at Haley, laughing. "Wait. It makes six of us."

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