Too Wilde to Tame

He hit the connect button. 'Sinclair here.'

'Cam, this is Mia. I need to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?'

The urgency and slight tremor in her voice reminded him of the way she sounded when she'd called him Sunday evening to tell him about her exchange with Gina-and her growing concerns about Ray. And that was enough to make her a top priority for him.

'Of course. Give me a sec.'

Cameron glanced at Steve as he pushed away from the table and stood, all too aware of the huge secret he was keeping from his partner. Mainly, Cameron's affair with Mia.

'It's a client.' Which wasn't a complete lie, because Cameron was handling Mia's case. 'I need to take this privately.'

'Go on and take the call.' Steve waved him away with his hand. 'I'll finish up with Wesley. We're just about done here anyway.'

'Great.' Cameron left the conference room and waited until he was behind closed doors in his own office before he spoke into his cell phone again. 'Are you okay?'

'Honestly, no.' She laughed, though the strained echo he heard made him realize just how vulnerable she was feeling. 'I received more pictures in the mail today. I thought you might like to see them.'

He swore beneath his breath, hating that she'd been subjected to yet another assault-and that she had to deal with this latest attack by herself. 'Yeah, I want to see the pictures.'

Unfortunately, his evening was shit tonight, and he had no idea what time he'd be able to make it over to Mia's place. He had a few interviews lined up for a legal case, and Doug Shelton had called him earlier to let him know his wife had an 'appointment' at seven p.m. and was supposedly working late. Cameron had no idea how long that surveillance would ran, but he didn't want to leave Mia home alone, considering her current mental state.

A solution came to mind. 'Are you free tonight?' he asked.

'Yes.'

Perfect. He glanced at his watch to gauge his time frame. 'Tell you what. I'll swing by and pick you up around six fifteen, after I finish up with some interviews I have scheduled. I've got surveillance tonight on another case, but because there's always a lot of waiting time involved, we can use that downtime to talk.'

'Okay.' She sounded grateful for whatever time he could give her. 'I'll be ready when you get here.'

'Hang in there, and I'll see you in a while.'

He disconnected the call, belatedly remembering he had some very interesting information on both Ray and Mia's neighbor, Will, to share with her in terms of them being suspects in her case. Cameron had been crazy-busy since Monday, and he hadn't seen Mia since leaving her place Sunday morning, so tonight would give him the opportunity to bring her up to date on what he'd discovered so far on both men.

AS usual these days, Cameron was running late. His interviews ran longer than he'd anticipated, and he'd picked up Mia twenty minutes later than scheduled. He was starving to the point of getting a headache, so he'd made a quick stop at a fast-food joint for a burger and soda. Mia had already eaten dinner, so she ordered just a drink.

He'd scarfed down his meal in a few bites as he drove to Trish Shelton's offices, which didn't leave a whole lot of room for conversation with Mia. Luckily, he arrived just as Trish was leaving the building and getting into her car, and he tailed her to the same restaurant she'd gone to the week before. He parked the company's Ford Excursion across the street where it was dark but still afforded him a view of the front entrance of the place.

Cutting the engine, he turned toward Mia, who'd been uncharacteristically quiet since he'd picked her up. Then again, he was certain she had a lot on her mind, which they'd get to just as soon as he made a quick assessment of Trish's after-work meeting.

'I'm going to lock you in the truck while I go inside for a few minutes to find out who this woman is hooking up with,' he said, taking the keys out of the ignition. 'Stay put until I get back and then we'll talk.'

'Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.' She smiled, but he could see she was still very troubled by the pictures she'd received earlier-and he'd yet to get the chance to look at.

He got out of the vehicle, locked her in, and engaged the alarm for good measure. Then he crossed the street and entered the restaurant. Before he could stroll past the hostess stand, the young woman standing behind the podium stopped him.

'Party of one for dinner?' she asked and reached for a menu.

Cameron leaned an arm on the edge of the stand and flashed the hostess a flirtatious grin that usually worked to his advantage. 'No, actually I'm meeting a friend for dinner, and I'd like to check to see if he's arrived yet. Do you mind if I take a quick look around?'

She returned his smile with a shy one of her own. 'Sure, go right ahead.'

Permission granted, he casually scanned the dining area until he caught sight of Trish sitting in a booth- surprisingly, with the same woman she'd met there the week before. They were both into their conversation and the wine that had been delivered to the table, and Cameron couldn't help but wonder what the relationship was between these two women.

Maybe it wasn't another man Doug Shelton had to worry about, but another woman. Considering what Cam had learned about Mia's neighbor Will earlier that week, this new development with Mrs. Shelton wouldn't shock him at all.

Not wanting either woman to spot him, especially when this case wasn't over yet, he started back out of the restaurant, only to be waylaid by the hostess again.

'Did you find who you were looking for?' she asked, eager to help.

'No.' Cameron stopped for a moment so he didn't appear to be in a rush to leave. 'Maybe he's running late. I have a few calls to make on my cell phone, so I'll check back in a few minutes.'

He exited the establishment and jogged back across the street to the Excursion. He wouldn't be returning inside the restaurant again because he'd already discovered who the focus was of Irish's rendezvous tonight. Last week, he hadn't been concerned about the mystery woman Irish had met with. Now, Cameron had to find out who the other woman was, and if the two of them were possibly involved in an intimate relationship. Something was definitely going on with Irish if she had to lie to her husband to see this other woman.

And just like the last time, he'd stick out this surveillance until they left the restaurant and he could take his pictures and be sure Trish drove home afterward. Despite his suspicions of Irish's relationship with this woman, he needed concrete proof to back his inkling and something more incriminating than the two of them having a private dinner together.

He slid back into the driver's seat and made himself comfortable, because it would be a while before Trish and her date would be leaving the restaurant. So he focused on a different form of business instead.

He glanced across the darkened cab of the truck to Mia, who'd waited patiently for his return. 'So let's take a look at those pictures you received today.'

Reaching into her purse, she withdrew an envelope and handed it to him. He switched on the overhead light, examined the outside, which looked exactly like the envelope she'd been sent before, without any indication of who the sender was.

As he pulled out the pictures, he noticed that Mia averted her gaze to glance out the passenger window, as if she couldn't bear to look at the photographs again. He flipped through each one, disgusted by the slanderous phrases written across each picture. The photos were just as grainy as last time and seemed to be taken from a distance, but Cameron easily recognized the sexy outfit Mia had worn Friday night, which told him her stalker had been at The Electric Blue that evening.

'Is that how other people really see me?'

Mia's softly spoken question redirected his gaze back to her. Her brows were furrowed, and her expression held a wealth of doubts. She'd obviously had too much time to think about the pictures and the obscene words on them, and she was coming to some pretty unpleasant conclusions.

He felt bad she had to deal with this crap. He wasn't sure how to answer her question, but he was curious to hear her thoughts on the issue. 'Is that what you think? That this is how other people view you?'

'I don't know.' She shrugged, reached for her soda, and took a quick drink. 'I'm just trying to make sense of all