eyes, whatever you were thinking about helped you.”
“I think a few things have finally worked themselves out.” She shrugged. She wasn’t going to elaborate any yet. “It surprised me a little.”
“Well, you’re not giving much information about it, but I’m glad you’re happy.” He turned to face her a little more. “I’m not going to ask what it was, because I’m sure you would have said it if you wanted to talk about it.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to talk about it. At least not right now.” She licked her lips and looked down at the table. She wanted to be certain of the change and that she could make it permanent. Gods, she hated feeling so cowardly that the mere stare of people made her leave the room. She wasn’t that woman. Not any more. She wouldn’t act that way.
“This is one of the most hopeful signs I’ve seen from you. I—” Avan’s voice cut off and he frowned as his eyes focused beyond her.
Cami turned and saw a blonde woman standing beside her. She was looking at Cami, biting her lip. The woman was slim, sleekly built and very pretty. Perfect. Cami fought to hide a wince at the thought. She had to stop thinking about those dreams of them with the other women. The stranger seemed a little hesitant, but determined. Cami tilted her head as she watched the woman.
“Is there something you want?” Cami spoke when the woman just kept staring at her.
“Do you know those men over there at the other table?” The woman gestured to the table where Linc and Colm sat. The two men were talking with some of their men and were totally oblivious of Cami glancing over at them.
“Yes.” Cami nodded.
“Are you involved with them? They’ve been looking at you, but you’re sitting at another table. I didn’t want to approach another woman’s men.” The woman’s tongue slicked over her lips as she glanced at Linc and Colm.
Cami let her eyes stray to the two men in question again. Colm had angled his chair so he could look at the men gathered near their table. The top buttons of his white shirt had been undone and offered a view of his dark-brown skin. His leg stretched out and showed the same dark pants he’d worn while they were traveling. She grimaced. It wasn’t as though anyone had a wide range of choices while they were traveling.
Linc sat next to Colm and faced the men. His black shirt looked a little rumpled. He listened as one of the men talked, but Cami couldn’t hear what was said. The urge to walk over and sit down next to them pushed at her, but she fought it. If she ever gave in to it, sitting wouldn’t be all she’d do. Instinct pushed at her to connect with her mates, to touch, kiss and solidify the bond.
“No, I’m not involved with them and they’re not my men.” Cami clamped down on the desire to tell the woman to go away and that Linc and Colm were taken. This could work in her favor if the woman could distract them. “You’re just their type, so you have a pretty good chance with them.”
The woman smiled and walked toward the table where Linc and Colm sat. She didn’t approach them immediately, but waited a small distance away as they continued to talk to the other men.
“She’s their type? How would you know that?” Avan scowled at her.
“Isn’t she almost any man’s type? She’s pretty.” Cami lowered her lashes over her eyes to hide the wicked glint she knew was there.
“Don’t play innocent. You knew their names when you met us at the travel-gate and she is the type of woman they usually favor.” He shook his head and eyed the woman. “I don’t think whatever you’re trying is going to work. They’ve been watching you and it’s not just in a protective way.”
“It’s just part of what happened, Avan. They’ve been too protective. I don’t need someone to scare off any man who gets near me. I’m not going to fall apart. I might like a little male attention if I can get it without someone busting in and running the man off.” She grimaced as she remembered the incident in the market again.
“You might try telling them that instead of trying to arrange for some woman to distract them.”
“She approached me. I just told her the truth.” Cami grinned.