I whirled around to see Cam in the hall behind me, wearing black shorts and a tight grey T-shirt. I almost began to drool at the sight of his muscular arms and legs before remembering who he was and composing myself. Dammit, Anya, get a grip. It had been five days since I’d left his apartment in a huff, and I’d just arrived at the hotel Mom and Pierce had booked for our Hamptons trip. Cam had driven up separately, so at least I hadn’t been forced to share a confined space with him on the way up here. I hadn’t ended up going to brunch with him to discuss work the other day. We’d both known we’d never end up discussing work, and I hadn’t wanted to hear any more of his excuses…mostly because I was afraid I’d start to trust him again. And that had worked out so well for me the last time. “Are you following me?” I asked, planting my hands on my hips. He snorted.
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