Cameron swore under his breath. If she thought putting on clothes would decrease his desire to stare at her, she was wrong. The small, thin shirt outlined her breasts vividly and Cameron was even more intrigued now than before.

“So, you ready to explain what you’re doing here?” he asked, wondering if it was getting hotter in here.

Fluffing her hair with her fingers to dry it, she began in a calm voice, “Look, Cameron, Sally said that-”

“What?” Every nerve ending in Cameron’s body began to twitch and not in a good way. “Wait a minute.”

Hearing her invoke his mother’s name was not a good thing. Sally Duke, the incredible woman who had adopted him when he was eight years old, was a force of nature. Cameron was well aware of her mission to get her three sons married off and knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until the deed was done. Damn it, if Sally had something to do with Julia being here, Cameron was in for nothing but trouble.

“Exactly what does my mother have to do with you being wet and naked in my bathroom?”

Julia gazed at him warily, seeming to gauge his temper. “Um, absolutely nothing. I misspoke.”

“You misspoke?” he drawled. “About my mother? You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding,” she said, and straightened her spine in righteous anger. Which caused her breasts to thrust forward. Her wet hair had dampened the T-shirt enough that it molded even more firmly to her skin. But she didn’t seem to notice as she persisted. “You’re not supposed to be here. And since I was given a key by your hotel management, I think it’s only right that you should leave.”

“Trust me, that’s not going to happen.” He prowled toward her, studying her every move. “Now exactly what did my mother tell you?”

Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “Never mind. On second thought, I think I’ll just pack my things and get out.”