Overnight Cinderella by Katherine Garbera Page B

shoulder. She breathed his scent deeply, smelledmore than manufactured pheromones to the man himself.
    â€œOh, Cami, what am I going to do with you?”
    She had no response to his question, but she had a feeling her heart did.
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    The Hartsfield International Airport was crowded with business travelers at the ungodly hour of 6:00 a.m. when Duke arrived. Even though Hilton Head wasn’t more than a few hours’ drive, he and Cami were to fly from Atlanta to Savannah then drive to Hilton Head for a site tour before flying back that evening. He wished she’d backed out at the last minute.
    He knew she’d been charging ahead with her usual gusto and overseeing every detail of her event. She was not only a competent event manager, she was savvy about people and had a way of getting the most from her team.
    He’d expected a certain awkwardness between them after he’d kissed her the second time, but Cami pretended nothing had changed. In her eyes, though, was the hope of something more. Cami could never be tricky, her heart wasn’t into the small deceits and her face had revealed the secrets she’d rather have kept.
    When he heard the call to board their flight, Duke looked around for his “team” member in vain. Not surprising, since she’d yet to be on time for anything.
    For some reason her absence didn’t annoy him. He didn’t think she was discourteous or intentionalin her tardiness. Cami was simply too involved in observing life to concentrate on the clock.
    He started to board the plane and felt her come up behind him. The subtle scent of woman surrounded him and his body went on alert status. Being surrounded by the fresh smell of spring while he was frozen in winter was unnerving.
    He had to get past this physical reaction to her but knew he wouldn’t if he continued kissing her. Breathing deeply, he reminded himself of all the reasons why he’d decided to stay away from the softer sex—especially Cami Jones. She was softer than the majority of her sex even though she tried to project strength.
    â€œSorry, I’m running late. My car wouldn’t start, and I had to take the MARTA. Then, can you believe I got stopped by security?” she asked, touching his arm in greeting.
    Yes, he could believe it. Security would definitely stop Cami Jones, he thought. She moved like a bundle of energy and she’d probably scared the rent-a-cops with her likeness to a hurricane. She’d been safe on Atlanta’s rapid rail system, but he wished he’d known she needed a ride this morning.
    â€œIt’s an outrage,” he said.
    She gave him a cheeky grin. “I know you want to go back and kick some butt for me, but I’m late as usual and there isn’t time.”
    â€œDammit all.”
    Her laughter was bread for his hungry soul. He rejoiced in the fact he’d amused her. She tottered, trying to balance her laptop carrying case and herbriefcase. Duke snagged the heavier piece then motioned for her to preceed him in line.
    She smiled her thanks. She walked quickly, her swaying hips making her bright pink skirt brush the back of her knees with every step. He wondered if her cream-colored hose were fastened with a garter belt. Those legs haunted his dreams nightly. Last night he’d woken at 4:00 a.m. in an acute state of arousal, picturing her in nothing but black lace-top stockings. But it was always the expression on her face that thoroughly woke him. In his dreams she trusted him and that left him in a cold sweat.
    They found their seats on the crowded flight. While Duke stowed their baggage in the overhead bins, Cami smiled and talked to everyone seated around her. She told the story of her delay at the security booth to the man in the aisle seat across from her. Generally, she charmed the stranger.
    When Duke finished stowing their luggage, she slid past him to sit by the window. Her body pressed so close to his he had to grit