Cameron couldnât breathe, couldnât think, couldnât form a damn thought with Meganâs curvy body pressed against his.
This was his best friend, yet with the way she was all but spilling out of her barely there black dress, his thoughts werenât very friend-like at the moment.
Hadnât he just pep-talked himself into trying to keep his thoughts out of the gutter?
âWh-what are you doing here?â she asked.
Why was her voice all breathy and sultry?
Cameron dropped his hands, took a step back, but that didnât help his hormones settle down. Now he was able to see just how hot she looked wearing that second-skin dress that hit her upper thigh at a very indecent level.
Jealousy ripped through him. âWhere the hell are you going like that?â
The St. Johns of Stonerock: Three rebellious brothers come home to stay
Chapter One
âYou know how to please a man.â
Megan Richards desperately wished those words coming from her best friendâs kissable lips had been said in a different context. Alas, Cameron St. John was only referring to the medium-well steak she had grilled, and not a bedroom romp.
One day she would shock them both when she declared her desire, her need for the man sheâd known since kindergarten, when heâd pulled her pigtails and sheâd retaliated by taking her safety scissors to his mullet. A mutual respect was instantly born, and theyâd been friends sinceâsans pigtails and mullet.
âI figured youâd been eating enough take-out junk and needed some real food,â she told him, watching in admiration as he picked up their dinner plates and started loading her dishwasher.
Oh, yeah. His mama had raised him right, and Megan didnât think there was a sexier sight than a domestic man...especially one with muscles that flexed so beautifully with each movement.
Since his back was turned, she soaked up the view. The man came by his rippled beauty honestly, with hours dedicated to rigorous workouts. She worked out, tooâjust last night sheâd exercised with a box of cookiesâwhich would be the main reason his body was so perfectly toned while hers was so perfectly dimpled and shapely.
Cameron closed the dishwasher door and gave the countertop a swift swipe with the cloth before turning to face her. With his hands resting on either side of his narrow hips, he might have looked all laid-back and casual, but the man positively reeked of alpha sexiness. His impressive height and broad shoulders never failed to send a sucker punch straight to her active hormones.
Too bad he was married to his job as chief of police in Stonerock, Tennessee. Besides, she was too afraid to lose him as a friend to really open up and let years of emotions come pouring out. Well, that and Cameron and his family had been the only true stability sheâd known since her parents were killed in a car accident during a snowstorm when theyâd been traveling up north to visit friends. Megan couldnât risk damaging the bond she had with Cam.
Oh, and heâd made it perfectly clear on more than one occasion that he wouldnât get into a committed relationship. Not as long as he was in law enforcement, thanks to an incident involving his partner when theyâd been rookies.
Yup, he didnât do relationships; just like he didnât do healthy food.
âI donât eat junk,â he defended himself.
Megan tipped her head, quirking a brow.
âIâll have you know that Burger-rama is real food, and they know my order without me even repeating it.â Cameron crossed his arms over his wide chest and offered her that lady-killer smile.
Laughing, Megan came to her feet. âI rest my case.â
With a quick glance at his watch, Cameron pushed off the counter and sighed. âI better get going. I need to rest before heading out tonight.â
She had no clue what he was working on; she rarely did. He was pretty adamant about keeping his work absent from their conversations. Heâd tell the occasional funny drunken-fight story, but when it came to a serious investigative case, he was pretty tight-lipped.