Merry and Bright (22 page)

“And someone forgot he was an ass—”

“Still mad, I see.” He nodded as if this was perfectly acceptable to him. “How long do you plan on pouting?”

She gaped. “I am not pouting. I never pout.”

“Then what’s this?” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, which was indeed thrust out petulantly.

The touch electrified her, and she struggled with her reaction. If his expression went smug, she was going to have to kill him.

But he didn’t look smug at all. He looked as shocked as she felt.

In the startled silence, a woman walked by her office. Danielle was a city clerk but looked like a stripper, and when she saw Matt, she stopped and smiled. “Hey there, big guy. Nice dancing with you last night.” She made some promises with her bedroom eyes and body language before moving on.

“Big guy?”
Cami shook her head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Please just go away.”

“Yeah.” He looked at her for a long moment. “But only because I have three meetings, all scheduled at the same time.”

“I’m in two of them with you. Oh, and I hope
you
ate
your
Wheaties because at the first one, for the proposed amendments to the town plan? I’m planning on nailing you.”

His eyes heated. “Promise?”

She felt her insides quiver at his expression. “Get out.”

“Okay, but first I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“No. No way.”

“I had some trouble sleeping,” he said, all kidding aside. “I was thinking maybe you did, too.”

“Slept like a baby.” Yeah, if babies had wet dreams.

“You slept like a baby,” he repeated.

“You betcha.”

He didn’t believe her. “Then why are you in such a big hurry to get rid of me?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

He grinned. “Liar.”

“Oh, just get out!” To make sure that he did, she shoved him, then closed the door firmly on his grinning face.

She felt her own reluctant smile and was just glad she’d shut the door before he could see it. The last thing she needed to do was egg him on.

“You still there?” he asked through the door.

“Where else would I be?”

“Just wondering if you’ve managed to bite back your smile yet.”

She threw her pen at the door, then rolled her eyes at his soft laugh.

The next day, the local newspaper broke a story on one of the public officials in the Public Works Department. It turned out the official had once been charged with extortion in Florida, a charge no one here had known about.

The article went on to raise the question of whether such a thing could happen right here in Blue Eagle.

The official resigned, leaving everyone in every department unsettled and nervous. Cami’s haven—work—had become a nightmare.

In a hastily called meeting, Matt stood before all of them, cool and calm, effectively outlining a plan of attack to face the public and an inner plan of attack to find out what the hell was going on. Afterward, he stayed around talking in his easy way, making everything seem okay, when Cami knew it wasn’t.

She had to admire how he handled himself, how he eased everyone’s mind with just a few words. Which didn’t explain why she didn’t feel eased, but . . . revved. Every time she inadvertently caught his eyes, her body hummed and zipped, like it had when he’d touched her. She was a walking-talking live wire, and any minute now she was going to snap. It was hard to maintain her composure like that, but she was the master of control, so she managed to fake it.

After the meeting, she stood in the break room, waiting for the coffee to brew, ignoring the mistletoe some poor sap had hung over the doorway in hopes of getting lucky. To keep her hands busy, she was compulsively straightening up, putting the filters and mugs in their places, refilling the pitcher of drinking water on the counter. Not that it would all stay that way, but the motions calmed her. Organizing always did.

It was the kiss that was unnerving her, she knew that. Just thinking about it infuriated her because there were so many other things to be obsessing over—the newest scandal, the fact that there were only two shopping days left until Christmas, that she didn’t have a boyfriend to shop for . . .

She poured herself coffee and stood there stirring it, wishing things could be different. But Matt had only been playing with her, she
knew
that. She must have just imagined how good it’d been, how hot—

“I could show you again.”

With a gasp, she lifted her head and looked into Matt’s amused, aroused eyes.

“Yeah,” he told her. “You said it out loud.”

Groaning in embarrassment, she brought her hands up to her hot cheeks, but he pulled them away. “Don’t,” he said in that voice that Cami was certain could coax a nun out of her virginity. “Let me show you that you didn’t imagine a thing.”

“No. No way.”

“Okay, then.” His hands slid to her hips, and her body quivered hopefully. “Then how about
you
prove
me
wrong?” he murmured, and pulled her close.

4

I
t was sick of him, he knew, but Matt loved the way he could shake Cami’s composure. Loved even more the way she shoved her nose so high in the air she became in danger of getting a nose-bleed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said in a frosty voice he was coming to realize meant her control was slipping as well. The interesting thing was she didn’t push him away. “I’m not going to kiss you again just to prove there’s nothing between us.” She added a laugh that didn’t fool him any more than her voice had. “We’re grown-ups. We’re professionals. We’re—”

“Hot for each other,” he said.

When she only glared at him, he laughed. “You know I’m right. Come on, admit it. You’re dying to kiss me again. You’re thinking about it. Hell, you’re talking to yourself about it—”

“I am not going to dignify that with a response.”

Leaning in until their noses nearly touched, he grinned right into her eyes. “I double-dog dare you.”

“Please,” she said with a sniff. “I don’t feel the need to take every single dare that comes my way.”

“Then I win by default.”

Steam nearly came out of her ears at that, which was fun, too. So was the sparkle of life in her eyes. Never mind that it was an angry sparkle—he liked it. He liked her.

A lot, as he was discovering.

Then, the break room door opened. Adam walked in, took one look at the two of them in such close proximity, and raised a brow as he reached for a mug. “I didn’t realize you two guys were knocking it out.”

Matt went from amused to pissed, and so did Cami by the looks of her.

“Probably it’s why you approved Cami’s open-space amendment for North’s Landing,” Adam said, oblivious. “Too bad I don’t have a vagina, or I could get my own agenda passed, too.”

Before Matt could say a word past the red haze now blocking his vision, Cami stepped toe-to-toe with Adam, tipping her head back to glare into his eyes. “Watch out,” she said very quietly. “Your knuckles are dragging.”

Adam snorted as he walked past her and sat at the employee lunch table. “All I’m doing is calling it like it is. Now I know all I have to do is sleep with Matt.”

Matt took a step toward him, not exactly sure what he was planning on doing, but his fingers itched to encircle Adam’s neck. Cami beat him to it, picking up the pitcher of water on the counter and emptying it into Adam’s lap.

Adam yelped and surged to his feet, doing the cold-water-in-the-crotch dance.

Cami shot a glare toward Matt, making him very grateful he hadn’t been the one to place the last straw on her back. Then she swept from the room.

Matt leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, watching Adam yell and swear and hop around like an idiot.

“Uptight bitch,” Adam griped, sagging back to the chair. “My balls are wet.”

“Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever pull anything like that again, insinuating that Cami is anything less than a lady, or that I’d accept bribes, you won’t have any balls to worry about.”

Later, Matt worked his way through the stacks upon stacks of work on his desk, trying to prioritize the various fires. When he looked up again, he realized the hallway was dark, the place silent.

It was nearly eight o’clock.

So much for getting a couple of ski runs in before dark. The cons of his new job he knew. His time was not going to be his own for the remaining portion of his term. But after that, when he’d made his mark, when he’d done what he wanted to do for the town, he could happily walk away. Sure, he was only thirty-five, but that was the beauty of retiring young—he’d be able to enjoy it.

He and his brother had had it planned since their wild and crazy and completely uncontrolled childhood. There was much about that time that they didn’t want to ever revisit, but one thing they agreed on—the freedom had been great. Eventually they would get back to that, using their winter days to ski themselves stupid and the summer days to travel, or whatever suited them, but Matt couldn’t get there until he worked out the mess here—

In the utter silence of the building came an odd scraping.

Matt left his office and walked the dark hall, looking for the source of the sound. The receptionist’s desk was shaped like a half circle, with a wall of filing cabinets behind it. The computer was dark, as was the little fake Christmas tree with more lights than faux branches that Alice had in the corner. Everything looked completely normal . . . except that the chair moved slightly, the wheels squeaking against the plastic runner.

Only no one was in the chair.

Matt came around the half circle of the desk and stopped short.

“There’s a good explanation for this,” Cami said from her perch on the floor beneath the desk.

Matt leaned a hip against the wood and casually crossed his arms. “Really.”

“Yeah.” Staring up at him, she bit her lower lip, her mind no doubt whirling.

She wore a black-and-white-checked wool skirt and white silk tank top. Earlier she’d had on the matching checked jacket, but it was gone now. Her skirt had risen high on a pale, smooth thigh, her tank snug to her most lovely curves. He’d noticed the outfit earlier in the day because her black heels had been so sexy he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off them, or her legs. Or any part of her, for that matter. She was such a delicious contradiction, so tense and uptight about work, and yet there were these little hints of a wildly passionate side.

He wanted to see more of it.

“Would you believe I lost an earring?” she asked, coming up to her knees. She wasn’t wearing those sexy heels at the moment.

Was it him, or had her nipples just gotten hard, pressing against the thin material of her tank? “You never lose anything.”

“Well, then . . . I forgot to get my phone messages earlier.”

“You
purposely
forgot to get your phone messages.”

“Fine.” She blew a strand of hair out of her face.

“I came to leave a message for Alice.”

“Let’s try something new,” he suggested, still leaning casually against the desk. “Like the truth.”

A sigh fluttered out of her lips. “I’m snooping.”

“For?”

“For the same thing you’re interested in—finding out which one of us is trying to screw up Blue Eagle’s reputation beyond repair, and why.”

Pushing away from the desk, he crouched in front of her. On her knees, staring up at him, it struck him how unintentionally erotic her position seemed. “How do I know it’s not you?” he asked.

Her eyes were clear and right on his. “The same way I know it’s not you.”

That surprised him. “I figured I was at the top of your list.”

“I know you better than that,” she said.

“Really? What do you know about me?”

“That you’re incredibly cocky.” She sighed. “But you’re good at what you do, damn it, so you get away with it. And that’s not a compliment,” she said, pointing at him. She sighed again. “I suppose it can also be said that you have a code of honor. You don’t cheat. It’s why you never have just one woman in your life. If you did, you’d have to give up all the others.” She lifted a shoulder. “You can be trusted.”

“Thank you,” he said wryly. “I think.”

She lifted her shoulder again and then began to crawl past him.

He grabbed her ankle. “For the record,” he said when she looked back at him. “It’s not that I can’t deal with only one woman at a time, but that the right woman hasn’t come along.”

She snorted and crawled free of the desk, then stood up and walked off.

Matt took the time to enjoy the sight of her nicely rounded ass before following her. He was struck by how petite she was without her shoes. She barely came to his shoulder.

She didn’t appear to notice the discrepancy when she stopped, turned, and poked him in the chest. “Who are you looking at?”

“You.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Ever look in the mirror? You’re not so bad to look at.”

She stared at him, then shook her head. “I don’t have time for your lines. I want to be home before midnight.” With that, she wheeled away, moving down the dark hall again, her bare feet silent, her hips swinging gently, mesmerizing him with her attitude and utterly accidental sexiness.

“Why do you have to be home before midnight?” he asked.

“I’ll turn into a pumpkin. Here.” She entered the mail room. “I was thinking maybe someone is reading incoming mail.”

“There’s only one mail clerk.”

“Belinda,” she muttered.

“She’s young, but awfully sweet. I don’t think—”

“If she’s so sweet, then why aren’t
you
dating her? Why aren’t
you
doing her inside a women’s bathroom stall?”

He eyed her carefully. “You keep mentioning the women’s bathroom.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “You know what? Never mind.”

“No, I think I want to hear this.”

She strode over to the mail sorter’s desk and the computer there. Someone had forgotten to turn off the radio, and “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” strained lightly over the airwaves. Cami’s hair was wild now, from her own fingers, and he loved the way she walked, full of authority and temper, her ass tight and tempting.