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  “Don’t be selfish with her, Cam,” Serena said quietly, nailing the point home. “For once in your life.”

  If he, indeed, was trying to grow up and move on, he had to admit, she was right. He wouldn’t be selfish, not with Katie.

  Chapter 14

  As Cam let Katie drive back to the lodge, Serena’s words echoed in his head, all while extremely aware of how warm and sweet and sexy she felt in his arms.

  Don’t be selfish with her, Cam. For once in your life…

  And he had been plenty selfish in his life, she was right about that. Katie had been through hell, and yet unlike him, she was making something of herself. Trying to be happy.

  Sleeping with her would make him happy, of that he had no doubt. It’d ease a tension he couldn’t seem to shake.

  But what would it do for Katie? He knew enough about her to know that when she slept with someone, it meant something to her. She wasn’t a one-night stand woman. She deserved better from him. Much better.

  When she pulled them up to the equipment garage, she sighed in pleasure, staying where she was a moment, her head resting back on his chest. “Thanks for the ride.”

  “You drove.”

  “And thanks for that too.” She slid out of his arms and off the snowmobile. When she caught sight of his face, her smile slowly slipped away. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.” Except that he was trying to do the right thing for someone else for a change. “I just have to get going.”

  “Okay.” But she stood there a moment longer, clearly hoping he was going to break the sudden awkwardness.

  Not going to happen. He was saving her from himself.

  “Okay, well, thanks again.” She turned, then looked back. “Look, um…Did something happen that I missed?”

  “No, I’ve just got things to do.”

  She kept her eyes on his. “Okay, I get that. But I ask because the last time I let this odd feeling go, it turned out you were back on the mountain for the first time. So I can’t help but wonder what’s happening now. Inside you.”

  “Katie…this is for the best. Really.”

  She blinked. “Oh. You mean…you withdrawing. Pulling back.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. Wow.” She shook her head. “I didn’t see that coming.”

  She wanted to say more, he could tell, but though she was direct, she was not pushy, and in the end, she gave him a smile that didn’t quite meet her whiskey eyes. “Good-bye, Cam.”

  He felt like an ass. Like he’d just kicked a puppy. Like he’d once again let down someone he cared about. “Goodbye, Katie.”

  With a nod, she turned and walked off without another word, leaving him torn between a huge relief and the feeling he’d just done exactly the opposite of his intention—he’d hurt her.

  That, and also, possibly, he’d just let the best thing that had happened to him in a damn long time walk away. With a rough exhale, he turned inside the equipment garage and found Stone coming out. “Hey. Thought you had that trip to—”

  “Canceled,” Stone said. “But there’s a group who wants to go up the summit tonight for a moonlight snowshoe hike. I’m giving it to you.”

  “No, no way. Not in the mood.”

  “Get in the mood.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with your legs?”

  “Got a date.”

  Cam lifted a brow. “That new server at Moody’s?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Doesn’t seem fair, me taking the hike, you getting lucky.” Especially considering he’d be sleeping alone for the foreseeable future.

  Gee, what a change that would be.

  “Seems to me, you’ve been plenty lucky,” Stone reminded him. “And given what I interrupted the other day—”

  “Yeah, that’s…not happening.”

  “Why?”

  “Because.” Cam stretched the tensed muscles in his neck. “Because I’m an idiot.”

  Stone studied him a long moment. “You falling for her? Is that why you’re backing off?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Ah, so this is the Wilder trait kicking in, the fuck-up-your-happiness trait.”

  “Shut up, Stone.”

  “Jesus.” Stone shook his head. “Really, Cam? You don’t think you’ve punished yourself enough this year? I get that you’re not a hotshot snowboarder anymore, with an MTV crew following you around 24/7 and chicks throwing themselves at you. But who is? Get over it.”

  “I am. I’m trying.” He shoved Stone out of his way and stalked into the garage, then whipped back. “I’m still here, aren’t I? And before you get all pissy over that”—he stabbed a finger into Stone’s chest—“you should know, I’m still here because I want to be.”

  “Then why the fuck are you yelling?”

  “I don’t know.” Cam turned to the window and eyed the white mountain peaks that had once been his entire life, and were now as well, just in a different way. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with myself,” he said, his anger draining. “But I know I feel good here.”

  Stone sighed and slung his arm over Cam’s shoulder. “Okay, I’ll take that. So am I going to get lucky tonight or what?”

  “I’ll take the damn hike. But as to the lucky part, bro, that’s all on you.”

  Katie was working at her desk, trying not to think too hard when Annie came up the stairs with the mail. Her apron read: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW, with a cartoon chef flipping her middle finger.

  Katie looked past the apron to the scowl on Annie’s face. The scowl was in no way unusual, but something else was.

  Annie was wearing brand-new jeans that weren’t baggy. Her shirt was a plain Henley, but the long-sleeved cotton material was fitted and unbuttoned to her waist, revealing an even snugger tank top beneath and a lovely figure. Her hair was loose and shiny, and though she wore no mascara, she did have on gloss.

  Katie smiled. “I bet Nick’s eyes pop right out of his head when he sees you.”

  “We’ll see. The delivery guy stopped by just now and seemed to like what he saw just fine.” She paused. “So have you seen him? Nick?”

  “With Cam,” Stone told her, coming out of his office. He was thumbing a text message to someone on his phone while simultaneously flipping through a stack of phone messages. “They’re organizing the gear for tonight’s snowshoe hike.” He took a glance at the two women, then executed a comical double take at Annie.

  Annie tugged on the hem of her fitted shirt and shifted on her weight self-consciously. “What?”

  “What happened to you?”

  “What happened to what?”

  Annie’s tone clearly said, “Warning: Dead Nephew Walking,” but Stone didn’t seem to catch it. “You shrink your clothes?” he asked.

  Annie slapped the mail against his stomach, hard enough to make him wince. “No, you idiot, I didn’t shrink my clothes. I bought them this way.”

  “I think you look pretty,” Katie said, hoping to help avoid Stone’s death.

  Stone finally bought a clue and nodded, “You do. You look pretty.”

  “I was going for sexy,” Annie said.

  “Sexy?”

  “Yes, for Nick. I want to look sexy so that your good friend would want to do your aunt. There. Do you wish me to be any clearer?”

  Stone winced. “What I wish is that I’d stayed in my office.”

  Annie tugged at her shirt again and turned to the window. “This is so ridiculous. I’m so ridiculous.”

  “No,” Stone said. “It’s…nice. And you really do look—”

  “Ridiculous.”

  “Pretty.”

  Annie gave him a long look over her shoulder. “You know that would be so sweet if you weren’t completely full of shit.”

  “Maybe we should develop a code of some sort,” Stone said to Katie when Annie had stormed back down the stairs. “You know, like hey, crazy aunt alert.”

  Katie wasn’t thinking of him, but of Nick