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me a lot of driving time if I could find a place of my own down here.”
    “Where are you staying now?” Ross asked.
    “Up in North Bellingham with a friend.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Do you guys know anyone who has an apartment for rent in this area?”
    Panic flashed along Cam’s nerves, and he shot a warning glance at Ross, but his friend was focused on Rachel.
    “We sure do.” Ross patted Cam on the shoulder. “Cam’s been renovating the second floor of his house into a separate apartment.” He glanced at Cam. “You’re almost done, aren’t you?”
    Cam shook his head and tried to choke down his last bite of cinnamon roll. “No. No, I’m still working on the bathroom and kitchen.” Renting the apartment to Rachel would be a bad idea.
    Ross narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said all you have left is caulking around the tub and putting up some molding in the kitchen.”
    “Yeah…but…I’m sure Rachel wouldn’t be interested.” Not unless she saw it, and that wasn’t happening.
    “I might be. What’s it like?”
    Cam walked over to the sink and rinsed his hands. “Well…it’s old and has some odd-shaped rooms.” His house was great. But he wasn’t about to tell her that.
    “Cam’s just being modest,” Ross added without missing a beat. “He’s done an amazing job. Refinished the hardwood floors and put in a totally new kitchen.”
    Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Wow, I’m impressed.”
    Ross nodded. “It has two bedrooms, a nice-sized living room and new, energy-saving windows. And just think, your landlord would be right downstairs if you need anything.”
    Cam stifled a moan and sunk down on the stool behind his workbench. He was going to kill Ross.
    Rachel’s eyes glowed. “It sounds wonderful.”
    Great! How was he going to get out of this one? He shifted his gaze to Ross, wishing he could stuff the wad of napkins in his friend’s mouth.
    Ross finally looked his way. Understanding dawned in his eyes, and his smile deflated.
    “Is it far from here?” Rachel asked.
    Ross quietly wiped his hands on a napkin.
    Cam shifted on the stool. “About five minutes.”
    “Oh, that would be perfect. I’d love to see it.” She hesitated, looking back and forth between them. “I mean, if you’re open to showing it to me.”
    He clenched his jaw. What choice did he have? “Sure.”
    “How about tomorrow?”
    He shook his head. Maybe he could delay her, and she’d find something else. “I’m going down to Seattle for the day.” He hadn’t seen his sister, Shannon, and her family for a couple months. Maybe he’d pay them a visit.
    “What about Sunday?”
    He rubbed his chin, trying to think of another excuse, but none came to mind. “I suppose that would be okay. How about 9:00 a.m.?” Maybe she liked to sleep in on the weekend and would turn him down.
    “I’ll be at church in the morning, but I could come around one.”
    His face flamed. Of course he should have known she’d be in church. “One is fine,” he muttered.
    “Great. I can’t wait to see it. Could you write down the address for me?”
    He walked over to his desk and jotted it down, then handed her the paper.
    “Thanks.” As she studied the address, Cam looked past her shoulder and glared at Ross. How many years would he get for murdering his best friend?
     
    Rachel followed the sidewalk around the side of the large Craftsman-style house, admiring the soft-gray and frosty-cranberry paint job. Very nice.
    The house boasted a large central gable, low-pitched roof and a huge front porch upheld by two square pillars. It was charming in a sturdy, masculine kind of way. If the interior was half as nice as what she saw outside, she’d take it—if Cam would rent to her and if she could afford it. Those were some very big ifs.
    When Ross mentioned the apartment to her on Friday, Cam had about gagged on his cinnamon roll. He’d tried to hide his reaction, but she’d seen right through him.
    Why did he