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Cole had woken me for a second a few hours earlier to remind me he was going to Jamie’s and would be staying there all day and night. I remembered grumbling at him to take twenty pounds out of my purse in case of an emergency, before falling back asleep.

My eyes rolled to the side to check the time on my bedside table alarm clock. It was ten thirty. I really needed to get up and get some food shopping done before I had to get ready for my big, horrible night with Becca and Cam.

Euch.

‘Okay. One, two, three,’ I counted. On ‘three’ I threw back my covers and jumped out of bed. It was the only way to get me out of it. I couldn’t do that slow, sliding out from under the sheets thing or I’d fall asleep in mid attempt. Shivering, I gazed longingly down at my mattress.

With a pout, I hurried into the hall to flip the hot water on for my shower. A cup of tea kept me warm while I waited, and I opened Mum’s door to check on her.

She was awake.

‘Morning.’

‘Morning,’ she mumbled, clutching her blankets closer to her. ‘It’s bloody cold.’

That’s because you passed out on the kitchen floor for God knows how long. ‘Do you want a cup of tea and some toast?’

‘Aye, that would be good, darling.’ She slipped farther down so she was curled into a ball.

After I’d made her tea and toast, waiting around to make sure she ate it, I left her alone and got ready for the day. Besides getting food, I needed to get a birthday card for Angie, my friend from the salon I worked at years ago. Before Joss, I didn’t have close friends because of … well … my secretiveness, but Angie and Lisa from the salon had been girls I’d hit the town with and the closest thing I’d had to best friends. I hadn’t seen either of them in months, although we still exchanged regular text messages.

I shrugged on my wool jacket that cinched in at the waist, wrapped an oversized scarf around me, and pulled my knit Uggs up over my skinny jeans. My freshly washed hair fell around my shoulders and down my back in thick tumbles and I knew I should tie it up, but I shivered at the thought of leaving my ears naked to the cold. I grabbed my gloves and bag and I was all set.

Shouting a goodbye to Mum, I hurried out the door, as always looking forward to being anywhere but stuck in the flat with her. I took the stairs slowly as I began to pull on my gloves and at the sound of male laughter I stilled at the corner of the staircase that would take me down to the floor below us.

The empty flat directly beneath my flat didn’t appear to be empty any more.

The door to it had been thrown open, and I watched wide-eyed as two guys carried a coffee table up the last few steps and on to the landing.

‘You hit the leg.’ The extremely tall, dark-haired guy in a rugby shirt smirked at his companion as they levelled out on the landing.

The other guy was a little shorter, with broad shoulders and messy dark hair squashed under a beanie hat. When he turned to smile cheekily at his friend, I knew I was in the presence of a player. The guy was gorgeous and that smile told me he knew just what to do with it. ‘He’ll never notice.’

‘There’s a bash in the wood.’

‘Ach, it gives it character.’

I took another step down and my movement drew both of their gazes. I felt an uneasy squirm in my stomach as I glanced at the open door to the flat. We had a new neighbour. A new neighbour who would have to endure my mum’s wailing drunkenness.

Great.

The beanie hat guy grinned appreciatively at the sight of me, his eyes drinking me in from my boots to my head. I flicked a quick look at his friend and discovered I was under his smiling perusal too. My automatic flirt kicked in and I gave them a half smile back and a wave of my fingers. ‘Hey.’

Beanie Guy adjusted the weight of his side of the coffee table as he asked, ‘You live here?’

‘The flat above you.’

He made a huffing sound and shook his head as he stared at his friend. ‘Cam’s always been a lucky fucker.’

I instantly tensed at the name.

‘What’s taking so long?’ a deep and very familiar voice asked from inside the flat.

My mouth was already falling open when Cam stepped out of the flat to greet his friends.

‘Cam?’ I squeaked in disbelief.

Startled, Cam looked up at me, astonishment slackening his features. ‘Jo?’

‘Eh …’ The tall friend’s head turned from me and Cam to Beanie Guy. ‘The lucky fucker already knows her.’

I ignored them, my heart hammering in my chest now as my eyes pinned Cam to the landing. He stood before me in one of his worn T-shirts and jeans, his engineer boots on, his hair a mess and his eyes dark with lack of sleep. Despite his obvious tiredness, he seemed to hum with an energy that sucked me in. When he stepped into a room, you felt his vitality, his strength. There were few people in this world who had that kind of presence about them. Braden Carmichael was one. Cameron MacCabe was definitely another.

And he was moving into the flat beneath mine?

I couldn’t get my pulse to slow at the thought of Cam being so close to all my secrets and shame. ‘You’re moving in?’

His eyes flew past me to the floor above us. ‘You live here?’

The rocks settled heavily in my stomach. ‘The flat above you.’

‘Jesus.’ Cam sighed, seeming as unhappy about the revelation as I was. ‘Small world.’

More like small city. ‘Very,’ I murmured. How had this happened? Did fate just hate me? Of all the coincidences in the world, why did I have to be landed with such a huge and very crap one?

‘Eh, this is getting heavy,’ Tall Guy complained, nodding at the coffee table.

I eyed the size of his biceps and doubted he found it at all heavy.

Cam gestured to the flat. ‘Take it in, guys. Thanks.’

‘No, no.’ Beanie Guy shook his head, smirking, his eyes still on me. ‘First introduce us to Miss Scotland.’

I felt my cheeks heat at the compliment, hating that it somehow added substance to Cam’s opinion of me.

Cam’s body tensed and he crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Just take it in the flat.’

My God, I was so unworthy that he couldn’t even introduce me to his friends. Ignoring the hurt that had gripped my chest, I smiled at Beanie Guy. ‘I’m Jo.’

Beanie Guy and Tall Guy’s mouths dropped open. ‘Jo?’ they asked in surprised unison … as if they’d heard of me.

My brow puckered in confusion as I slid a questioning look at Cam. His whole body was rigid now as he gave his friends the tiniest shake of his head.

His friends didn’t take whatever hint Cam was sending them. ‘Jo from the bar, Jo?’

Cam had spoken about me? I shifted uneasily, not sure in what light I’d been painted. ‘That’s me.’

The two of them grinned and Beanie Guy gave me a nod of hello. ‘I’m Nate and that’s Peetie.’

I eyed the tall guy incredulously. ‘Peetie?’ Not the kind of name you’d expect for someone of his size.

Peetie had a nice face, friendly and open. ‘Gregor. My surname’s Peterson.’

‘Ah, I see.’

‘Cam’s told us all about you, Jo,’ Nate continued, avoiding Cam’s glower.

Feeling a little shaken that Cam had spoken about me to his friends and far too curious about how he’d spoken about me, I decided it was time to move along so I could wrap my head around the fact that Cam was my new neighbour.

Come to think of it, he had been speaking to Joss about finding a cheaper flat.

Again … of all places, why did it have to be in my building?

I decided to pretend like I didn’t care what Cam had said. ‘Well, don’t believe a word of it.’ I ignored Cam as I passed him, and smiled at his friends. ‘Cam has the unfortunate habit of forming an opinion before he really gets to know someone.’

Nate nodded. ‘Yeah, he told us what a remarkable dick he was to you.’

That stopped me in midstride, and I twisted around to stare at Cam.

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