He’d smiled gently and put his hands to her shoulders, pushed her back. She’d gone shopping that day. She’d gotten Saura to take her to a department store, had Saura pick out something trendy. Her jeans had been faded, her top black with a plunging neckline. Jack hadn’t even noticed. He’d pushed her away, told her it wasn’t his place. He’d turned then and walked away, gone back to Gabe’s room, leaving Camille sitting on the edge of her bed…humiliated. Over the years, she’d forgotten. She’d forgotten the way her body had burned, wanted. She’d forgotten how crushed she’d been the next day when she’d climbed up into the tree fort and found Jack and Lauralee sprawled on the floor, rolling around, kissing. But here in this room, kneeling on the floor, the years had fallen away, and she’d wanted again. When he touched her, when he put a hand to her face and wiped away her tears…Like the naive sixteen-year-old she’d been, she’d leaned into him.
