Troy watched Cam's retreating form, then the bathroom door as it closed, wondering what in the hell had just happened. He understood the great sex part but, immediately afterward, she'd closed herself off. She'd all but had a panic attack.

Hearing the shower turn on, his gut sank. She was trying to wash him away.

He looked around the room, seeing her shirt by the balcony doors, her shorts near the closet, the condom wrapper on her nightstand. Standing, he disposed of ...