Chapter 90

CAMILLE

“I know he’s important, Jen.” Camille balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder as she typed in the data from the last donation.

Jenny sighed on the other end of the call. “You’re right. He is important. I just don’t know how to tell you about him. He’s… different.”

Camille agreed. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Noah since he’d said his name at Sticky Sweets at the beginning of the week. His dark, expressive eyes were hard to forget. The more she thought about him, the more she remembered that stubbled jaw and broad nose.

She’d been all but obsessing over the man in her dreams for months, and it’d been a shock to run into the handsome firefighter in town. She’d been describing the man in her dreams to Jenny since the accident, and her cousin hadn’t let on that it might be someone that Camille used to know.

“I’ll say,” Camille agreed. “But it doesn’t matter what kind of different he is. I need to remember how I knew him.”

Camille’s dreams had morphed from the sh