If he kept doing that, the truth wasn’t the only thing he’d get out of her. And where was Winnie? She looked around. No sister in sight. What the hell?

“You waiting for someone?” Cam asked.

“Winnie. And she’s late. What are you doing here?”

He opened his mouth, but her stomach growling loudly beat him to it.

With a smile, Cam opened the basket and pulled out the cheese and crackers, and got busy with a knife.

She devoured the first cheesed-up cracker he handed her, and he quickly made her another.

This time she managed to slow down enough that he was able to make one for himself in between feeding her. When he stopped to suck some cheese off his thumb, the sound made her shiver.

Noting her squirm, he smiled, and his eyes seemed to darken with heat. “You okay?”

She decided not to answer on the grounds she might incriminate herself, but when he held out another loaded cracker, she bit his finger, making him laugh.

“Careful,” he warned. “Payback’s a bitch.”

That gave her an anticipatory shiver. Seriously, his voice alone could give her an orgasm. And by the look on his face, he knew it too. She busied herself with eating, and he laughed again, softly, knowingly.

Next time she’d bite him harder.

“You’ve been putting in long hours.” With this, he gave her yet another cracker. “Both at work and at home.”

He was making sure she was eating, she realized, discombobulated by the barrage of sweet and sexy from him. He made her dizzy, in the best of ways. “I need to get everything fixed up sooner than later.”

He nodded. “Are you going to rent the cottages out, then?”

“Sell. I need out from the huge overhead.”

“Oh,” he said, seeming surprised.

“Why?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Feels like something.”

“Have you talked to Gavin and Winnie about selling?”

“No. Up until this latest visit home, they’ve shown no interest in what happens to the place. So I figured they’d be excited about having their portion of the profit.”

“Maybe you should talk to them about it.”

She shrugged. “As you’ve seen firsthand, we don’t do ‘talk’ so well. Oh, and I tried the listening thing. It’s . . . a work in progress.”

He looked like he one hundred percent understood that. And she knew he did, and that also, he missed Rowan. Scooting closer, she reached out her hand, which he took in his and squeezed in silent thanks. And now suddenly she didn’t want to bite him so much as she wanted to hug him.

Digging into the basket, he came up with some grapes, which he shared with her. “What happens if you sell?”