IT’S NOT EASY BEING RIGHT
Vanessa Campbell is a CPA by day and a perfectionist by night. She’s fit, successful…and decidedly lonely. She can’t stop thinking about the youngest McCauley brother, Cameron. He’s just like her: smart, attractive, and usually right—except when dealing with her.
…BUT SOMEONE’S GOT TO DO IT
Cameron McCauley likes Vanessa a little too much. She’s a blond goddess with a razor-sharp tongue. She hates to be wrong, just like him. But she can hold a grudge and is stubborn to a fault—also like him.
A past disagreement has them rubbing each other the wrong way. Cam is dying to shake Vanessa up—get her to let loose. But if he succeeds, can his heart handle it?
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
She continued to step, and feeling a sudden burst of energy, gradually increased the tension on her machine, so that it bypassed Cam’s level.
Of course he noticed. He raised a brow. “You want to race?”
“I’m just working out like I always do.”
He didn’t disappoint. The natural competitor increased his workout, and soon they battled each other to see who could sweat the most without falling off their machines.
Not more than ten minutes later, they both called it quits and headed to the smoothie bar in the back.
“It’s on me,” Cameron said as he ordered himself a fruit drink. “Put them on my tab,” he said to the girl behind the counter and slid her his member card.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” Vanessa ordered.
Cameron nodded and accepted his card back. “So.”
“Our contest. On the elliptical.”
“What about it?”
“I won. Just saying.”
She frowned. “In what universe? I was exercising before you even got here.”
“Yeah, for maybe ten minutes. I saw you stretching while was finishing up five miles on the treadmill. By the way, two guys nearly killed each other with dumbbells while watching your shirt ride up. Nice abs.”
She tried to think of a comeback just as the girl handed them their drinks. “Was that the loud noise I heard earlier?”
He grinned. “Yep. Two muscleheads nearly killed themselves by the free weights while the oblivious hot blond everyone always talks about did her warm-up.” He sighed. “I love when you warm up.”
“Shut up.” Her cheeks felt hot and grew hotter when he laughed. “You’re the one with the nice legs.”
He preened. “I am handsome, aren’t I?”
“For God’s sake.” Before his ego got the better of him, she took him down a peg. He returned the favor, and they had a wonderfully invigorating argument about who had nicer calves and hamstrings that carried them through the gym to their cars.
“Same time next Sunday?” Cam asked before he got in his sporty coupe.
She nodded and entered her car, then started it and rolled down the window. “And for the record, I won.” She burned rubber and tore out of the garage, then reduced her speed like the responsible, careful driver she actually was.
Her hands remained at ten and two as she smiled the whole way home.
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