Cam was sitting on the bed, still clothed. His head was lowered, hands braced on his knees in the posture of a man who was deep in thought. He glanced up as she came into the room and closed the door. <br />“What’s the matter, love?” <br />“I…” Amelia approached him hesitantly. “I’m afraid you won’t let me have what I want.” <br />His slow smile robbed her of breath. “I have yet to refuse you anything. I’m not likely to start now.