Cam crackled with energy as he strolled into the kitchen, his mind on things other than food. He hadn’t slept that well in a very, very long time—even though he felt tension rolling off Josh in waves. It had been too difficult to acknowledge Josh’s anxiety and still lose himself with Sara. So he chose Sara. And he didn’t regret it.
Her eyes were distant, her cheeks a little flushed. Was she thinking about that time in the kitchen? Did she still remember the way the onions and tomatoes had smelled, the way Josh’s hot mouth felt? Did she still remember that sometimes, when everything was just right, it felt like they were all one, equal, whole?
Cam needed that again. Last night, it had almost been within their grasp. He rarely thought about the fact that Josh wasn’t a shifter, but last nig
