Love Songs Read Free

looked around and saw only customers. “Cam?” Maybe he had
gone to the men’s room. She had waited a while longer before
deciding he must have left. Nice. Well, that goes to show you that even nice
guys can be jerks. Or maybe all men are jerks.
    That had been around one o’clock, and she
still hadn’t heard from him. After that, she had picked Kayla up
from preschool, dropped her off at Jake’s, and come home
herself.
    Valentine’s Day had always been
a hard day for her, but after her breakup with her long-time
boyfriend, it had become worse. They had broken up on Valentine’s
Day. She tried to convince herself it was just a commercial holiday
and that it didn’t mean anything to relationships. But it still
sucked.
    Giving up on her dinner, she
decided to see what was on TV. She was flipping the channels when
the doorbell rang. She opened it to see Cam holding a guitar and a
huge bouquet of flowers.
    He handed her the flowers, picked up the
guitar and started strumming. “I’m sorry, so sorry....”
    Madison rolled her eyes. “You can stop
singing. I’m not interested. Oh, here take your flowers too.” She
shoved the flowers back at him and tried to close the door.
    He put up his hand. “Dad’s business had a
fire. I had to leave. I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to wait around
to tell you.”
    She sighed and swung the door open. “I guess
now I have to say I’m sorry. But have you ever heard of a
telephone? That was hours ago.”
    “ It’s okay. We saved most of
building. The fire was mainly contained to one room, although there
is smoke damage throughout the factory. I had to deal with the fire
department, insurance, and who knows what else is left to do—I
finally just left. I thought coming here would be better than
phoning.”
    She reached for the flowers. “I’ll take
these back. Thanks.” She turned and walked into the house leaving
the door open for him to come in. She might as well show him a bit
of feisty. She didn't want him to think she was too forgiving, even
if it was for a good reason.
    “Happy Valentine’s Day, Madison.”
    She backed away from where she
was arranging the flowers in a vase to find him standing closely
behind her. She moved to face him. God, he’s gorgeous. She had trouble breathing. “So,
the fire is out?”
    “I think there’s still some burning.” He was
looking at her intently, and she wasn’t sure if they were talking
about the fire at his dad’s anymore.
    “That’s not good.” Yes. Definitely having
trouble breathing. He had inched even closer to her.
    “It’s good. Some fires are very good.” As
his head lowered to hers, she tilted hers up slightly and met his
kiss head on. She felt his arms go around her, and then his hands
were on her butt, urging her closer to him. Her hands went up into
the thick of his hair to pull his mouth even harder to hers.
    I think I’m going to die.
Kissing Cam is way better than dreaming about kissing Cam. They kissed
passionately for a few minutes before she decided she needed to
gain a modicum of control.
    She slid around him, grabbed a bottle of
wine and two glasses. “Do you want to go sit in the living room?
Have some wine?” Before he could reply, she practically leapt in to
the other room and sat on the couch. She needed to get some air and
to think rationally. It really wasn’t like her to let things get
out of control. Control was her middle name.
    Cam followed, grabbing his guitar from where
he had leaned it against the wall, and sat down beside her. “I
brought this 'cause you said you’d like to hear me play sometime. I
thought I could do a private gig.”
    Was he talking? She wasn’t sure
she heard anything after he sat down next to her. The smell of his
cologne. The memory of his arms around her, the feel of his chest
against hers. And those lips… Oh, those lips rock . With unsteady hands, she poured the red
wine into the glasses and picked hers up.
    “Private gig? Sounds naughty.” She took