Kissed Blind (A Hot Pursuit Novel Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

going to pass out if you don’t.”
    Cici opened a container of mixed melon, strawberries, and pineapple. “Here’s a fruit salad too.” She pushed it into the center of the island and stuck a spoon in it.
    Camille put her hand to her chest and shrank back. “What are you trying to do? Kill me?”
    Cici glanced at the fruit. “I’m so sorry.” Her cheeks blazed. “I ordered it before I knew you’d be here. I… I wasn’t thinking.”
    “That’s precisely what I was going to say,” Camille said.
    Oliver shut the lid and pushed the fruit aside. “It was an oversight. She didn’t know you were going to be here. It’s out of the way now. Cici, could you take that and throw it down the garbage chute in the hallway, please?”
    “Of course.” Cici picked up the fruit. “I’m so, so sorry. I just forgot.”
    Camille remained cool until Cici walked out of the kitchen. “You’re always taking care of me. Thank you, darling.”
    Oliver nodded and smiled. “Please, sit.”
    After the odd fruit incident, the rest of breakfast went smoothly. Cici had ordered enough food to feed a small army, and Oliver had plenty of other options to choose from. While Camille and Oliver ate, Vance toted Camille’s bags to the second floor and left Cici to unpack the luggage. Everyone finished their breakfasts, and morning faded into late afternoon.
    Cici left to get groceries, escorted by Vance at Oliver’s insistence. When they returned, Cici went into the kitchen and unloaded, and Vance kept her close company. While she put everything away, they stole little glances at each other. The muscles in my back stiffened, and I lowered my chin, looking on with a cold stare. When I couldn’t take watching the blatant flirtation anymore, I picked at my fingers to distract myself.
    By early evening, Camille emerged from her room upstairs with no hair out of place and joined Oliver on the sofa. She tossed a few of the pillows out of the way and curled her legs up before releasing a sharp sigh. Oliver shot her a sideways glance. He gathered his paperwork into a neat pile and placed them in a bag resting at his feet.
    “Diana?” Oliver asked.
    “Yes?”
    “Camille and I were thinking of getting out to see a little bit of the city tonight. Nothing fancy. She’s still a little jetlagged.” He blindly reached back and placed a hand on her thigh. “We need something low key and away from crowds. Any suggestions?”
    I took a moment and ran through a few options. “There’s a nice walkway that runs along the river close to here. It leads into a new park and you can see some of the bridges along the way. There might be a few people out walking, but it’s supposed to be a little cool tonight. That should keep the crowds down.”
    He turned to Camille. “How does a walk sound? We can grab a quick bite. You’ve been up in the room all day. I’m sure you’re starving.”
    “I bought some sushi,” Cici called from the kitchen. “I can plate it up for you if you’d like.”
    Camille put her feet on the floor and leaned toward Oliver. “She hears everything, I swear. Nothing is private around here.” She lowered her voice in an attempt to whisper, but I could hear her from across the room.
    “It’s just the acoustics in here,” Oliver said. “Sound really carries in this place.” He faced the kitchen. “That sounds nice, Cici, thanks.”
    Camille reluctantly agreed to eat. They ate sashimi with chopsticks at a glass topped table where Camille was all too eager to point out the difference between sashimi and sushi to Cici. Cici took the criticism in stride and made the rest of us sandwiches.
    After Camille ate, she excused herself to freshen up. Nearly an hour passed before she returned with her makeup retouched. She’d slipped into skin tight jeans, black booties with spiked heels that said everything but “let’s take a walk,” and a baggy knit sweater. I’d heard the camera added ten pounds, but in Camille’s case I