The compliment hit differently than Carter's possessive praise. It felt genuine, uncomplicated by ulterior motives.
"That's a dangerous thing to say to your cousin's fiancée," Maeve said lightly, but her heart rate picked up.
"I know. I'm sorry." Cameron looked away. "I shouldn't, I just hate watching him treat you like property when you're clearly extraordinary."
"Cameron..."
"Forget I said anything. I'm tired and probably overstepping." He stood, started gathering papers. "We should probably call it a night. It's late, and Carter's likely wondering where you are."
Maeve checked her phone. No messages from Carter. Not even a "where are you" or "come home."
The absence hurt more than she wanted to admit.
"Let me drive you back to the penthouse," Cameron offered. "Your car's still th
