Chapter 40

• Considering what she thought of herself this morning, she could only imagine what he was thinking of her! “Will you just go away?” she yelled, her voice muffled by the pillow.
• “Camille?”
• Camille gritted her teeth; she had to face him at some point. Dragging her hair back from her face with both hands, she rolled onto her back. The direction of his gaze alerted her to her bare shoulders. Blushing, she dragged the sheet up to her chin.