“First,” he begins, “I called my former boss and told him that I won’t be helping out on that case due to a severe conflict of interest. I can’t give you specific details, but I can say that I did the same several years ago for the same reasons.”

“But you already knew most of what there was to know,” I guess and can see on his face that I’m right.

“I understand your anger,” he says. “Hell, I’d be mad, too.”

“I promised you that I wouldn’t be angry or hold your job against you. Of course, I didn’t realize that this was part of that job, but I made the promise all the same, and my reaction that morning wasn’t the caring and supportive person that you need. I’m sorry for that.”

“And I’m sorry that I can’t tell you everything. However, I will say that you now know everything that I knew. I’m not withholding intel that you don’t have. I promise you that.”

“Intel.” I grin at him. “It’s sexy when you sound all smart and stuff.”

His shoulders sag as if he’s incredibly relieved. “Are we going to be okay, Mags?”

I cross to him and wrap my arms around his middle, pressing my ear to his chest.

“We’re good. This past week, I discovered that I missed you more than I was mad at you. And it occurred to me that it makes sense that Joey was being investigated, what with all that money he had hidden away. I hope that you and your cohorts realized that I wasn’t a part of it.”

“We knew that,” he assures me and kisses the top of my head. His hands slide up and down my back. “I missed you, too. I wanted to call you, but I told you we needed a break, so I figured we’d speak when you got home.”

“Stubborn,” I whisper. “Both of us are stubborn.”

Cam tips my chin up and kisses me softly. Gently. And when I slide my hands up under his shirt, he groans.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asks gruffly.

“Through there.” I gesture with my head toward the back of the house. Suddenly, I’m in Cam’s arms, being carried to the bedroom and tenderly laid on the bed.

Our movements are swift, both of our clothes shed until we’re finally skin to skin.

“I was homesick,” I confess and cup his face in my hand. “But not for Washington. For you, Cam.”