He moved closer. She didn’t retreat. Camden bent toward her, then stopped.

What the hell was he doing?

It didn’t matter that he was drawn to Grace Colton. Standing tall, he smothered a curse behind his hand.

She hitched her chin to the side. “Looks like the rain stopped.”

It was a small torture to look at anything other than Grace. Puddles dotted the sidewalk and street. Sodden tablecloths hung limp. Awnings dripped. The downpour was over as soon as it had begun.

She stepped away, and his chest ached.

Sure, he’d stopped himself from kissing Grace this time. The question was: What would he do if he got another chance?

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