As he disappeared through the door, I dropped my head to the back of the couch and let out a girlie sound that I hoped was muffled.

“Avery, what in the hell are you doing?”

I lifted my head. “Nothing.”

“Then get your ass in here.”

Grinning, I scampered off the couch and started toward my bedroom.

“And don’t you dare change.”

I stopped, making a face.

“Because I really like seeing you in my clothes,” he added.

“Well, when you put it like that…” I turned around and made my way back to the kitchen. Lingering in the doorway, I watched him do something I seen him do at least a dozen times.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “What? You missed my eggs that badly?”

I blinked my misty eyes clear. “I didn’t think I’d have you in my kitchen making eggs again.”

The thick bands of muscle across his shoulders flexed, and I couldn’t help but admire the sensual valley. They curved deep into his skin as he leaned forward, adjusting the controls on the stove.  “You missed me that much?”

For once I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Cam faced me. “I’ve missed you.”

I took a deep breath. “I want to say I’m sorry for how I acted when you… well, when you saw my scar. I’ve never let anyone see it.” I sucked my lower lip in and took a step forward. “I know that’s not an excuse, because I was a terrible bitch, but…”

“I’ll accept your apology on one condition.”  He folded his arms across his chest.

“Anything?”

“You trust me.”

I cocked my head to the side. “I trust you, Cam.”

“No, you don’t.” He walked over to my small table and pulled out a chair. “Have a seat.”

Sitting down, I tugged the hem of his shirt down as he headed back to the stove, putting the tiny skillet over the burner.

“If you trusted me, you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did,” he simply said, cracking an egg. “And that’s not me judging you or any of that kind of shit. You got to trust me that I’m not going to be an ass or freak out over that kind of stuff. You have to trust that I care enough about you.”

My breath stalled.

He turned, his eyes as clear as glass. “There’s a lot I don’t know about you and I hope we fix that. I’m not going to push you, but you can’t shut me out. Okay. You have to trust me.”

There were a lot of things he didn’t know, but I didn’t want those things to interfere. Not now. Not ever. “I trust you. I will trust you.”

Cam met my gaze. “I accept your apology.”