Chapter Thirty-Five

His movements were swift and full of grace and virility. Cameron opened the car door and held out his hand. He was close enough for me to catch the wisp of his cologne, his aftershave, and the sweet smell of the shampoo he had used earlier.

I reached out impulsively and clutched at his extended arm. “You look beautiful.” He whispered as I stood beside him. My face flushed red at the compliment, and I bit the inside of my cheeks to control the smile my face was breaking into.

I was dressed in a semi-evening dress with a low back, and I had put some effort into arranging my hair more elaborately than usual.

I laughed nervously. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m overdressed.”

Cameron leaned in to me, and I became extremely aware of his arm around my waist. “You are perfect, Lana.” He held the door open for us and gave us—and me—a small, encouraging push into the luxurious Italian restaurant. This was definitely a place I could not afford.

Warm, golden light illuminated the entrance, an