Megan saw Camden standing at the fence as soon as she pulled her beat up Ford onto his family ranch. Good God, that man was built fine. With his shirt open, Megan saw his muscular chest and ripped stomach. She remembered a time when she could run her fingers down his exposed flesh. Now she’d lost that right.
Megan drove out every day since he’d returned last week so Camden could see Isabella. He wouldn’t give Megan a second glance but he was all eyes for their little girl.
“Megan, won’t you come in today?” his mother asked, her eyes tender. It was too much for Megan.
She averted her gaze and hid her sadness behind a fake smile, “No, thank you. I was thinking about taking Dusty for a ride.”
Megan saw Camden saunter over to where she stood with Isabella in her arms. She held her breath. He’d never come over to her; usually his mother took Isabella from her. Maybe he was ready to talk. Did she dare hope?
Camden stood not more than a foot from her. He tipped his hat back, nodded at her, scooped Isabella up and walked back towards the porch. Without a word.
© Paloma Beck, Tantalizing Tuesday 2012
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