Quickly putting the mental breaks on that recollection, Cameron redirected his focus. "Has Mia always been like that?" He kept his tone light and casual, but he was more curious than ever to learn as much as he could about Mia, the girl she'd been as a child, and what had happened along the way to create the woman she'd become. He figured Steve might just have the answers he was searching for.
Confusion etched across Steve's expression. "Has she always been like what?"
Cameron shrugged. "You know… reckless. Wild. A daring, headstrong, pain in the ass."
Steve's deep, humorous laughter filled the conference room. "Yeah, ever since I can remember." He thought for a moment and then seemed to grow more serious. "Actually, she was pretty mellow as a child. Until her mother died, anyway."
Intrigued, Cameron pushed on a bit further. "What happened?"
"I was about fourteen when my Aunt Cynthia died, and Mia was five at the time," Steve said, recalling the past. "She didn't handle losing her mom very well and started acting out in small ways at first, which was probably a normal thing. But as she grew older, and the more her brothers tried to shelter and protect her because she was the baby of the family, the more she'd rebel. So, yes, it does seem like she's always been that way."
Cameron nodded, unable to imagine losing a parent at such a young age. Obviously, the loss of her mother had been a huge, defining moment in Mia's life that had forever changed the young, innocent little girl she'd been. He didn't have specific details and knew if he pushed for more information Steve was going to get suspicious and wonder what was up with his interest in Mia. So he kept his questions to himself. Besides, the bits and pieces Cameron had just learned about Mia's childhood was enough to tell him that she most likely had unresolved emotional issues from the past that were going to end up taking her down a path of destruction if she didn't learn to curb her daring and brazen behavior.
Figuring it was time they finished their meeting so they could get to work for the day, Cameron shifted their discussion back to business and off of Mia. "So what else is on the week's schedule?"
"Just one more thing. Here, I saved the best case for last," Steve said wryly and pushed a file folder across the table toward Cameron. "And I do believe it's your turn to handle the next infidelity surveillance."
Cameron groaned as he took the file and opened it to peruse the contract and the notes the client had written on the application. He hated these kinds of extramarital affair cases, as did Steve, thus the reason they took turns investigating them when they came through the office.
Having grown up with two parents who were still in love after forty plus years of marriage, Cameron believed strongly in the power of monogamy. If you weren't happy in a relationship and couldn't work out the problems, it was time to move on. Having an affair solved nothing and usually ended up hurting too many people once the infidelity was out in the open.
In this current case, the husband suspected his wife of cheating on him. Judging by the comments and notes the man had written on the application, all the key signs were there: his wife working more overtime than usual, receiving hang-up calls at home when he picked up the phone, his wife insisting it was all his imagination.
Yep, they were all classic, textbook ploys a significant other commonly used to deceive and manipulate the other person. And Mr. Shelton was most likely being duped by his not-so-loving wife. He was asking for surveillance, written reports on his wife's activities and who she spent any time with outside of the office, and pictures to use as evidence.
Closing the file on the Shelton case, Cameron blew out a long breath. "Damn, it's going to be one hell of a busy week."
"Speaking of busy," Steve said, a wry note to his voice. "I think we're both feeling overwhelmed by all the business that's come our way lately, wouldn't you agree?"
"Definitely," Cameron said, nodding. "The extra work is great because we've busted our asses to get the company to this point, but I have to tell you, I'm exhausted by the end of the day." And even at that he was taking cases home with him to work on in the evenings.
"Me, too." Steve picked up a pen from the table and rolled it between his fingers. "I've been thinking, maybe it's time to hire someone new to help us out."
It had been him and Steve for so long, the thought of a third person seemed intrusive. However, there was no denying they were swamped with cases and the two of them were only capable of handling so much. "That's not a bad idea."
"We've got to do something. I'd really like to have more quality time to spend with Liz and Cody," Steve said of his wife and son. "I can hardly believe we'll be celebrating his first birthday in a few weeks. Time flies when you get old."
Cameron chuckled. "Yes, you are an old man. And I agree you should spend more time with Liz and Cody."
"And you need more of a social life, and time to pursue things with whatever woman was giving you grief this weekend," Steve added with a grin. "So as we're in agreement, I'll put the word out that we're looking for someone experienced in the investigative field, and we'll see what happens from there."
"Sounds good," Cameron said.
Standing, Cameron gathered his case files, wondering what Steve would do if he knew the woman who'd given him the best kind of grief he'd had in a while was his cousin, Mia. Cameron was pretty sure he knew the answer to that. Most likely, he'd be looking for a new partner.
AS soon as Mia walked into her apartment Wednesday evening after a long day at work, she set her purse and the day's mail on the kitchen counter and then kicked off her heels. Out of habit, she glanced at the message center on the wall next to the phone and found a note from Gina stating that she was staying at Ray's for the night.
Mia tried to ignore the all-too-frequent sickening feeling in her belly that accompanied the thought of Gina being alone with Ray. Gina was an adult, Mia reasoned, and even though she worried about her roommate and the man she was currently involved with, she couldn't protect Gina if she wasn't willing to admit there was a problem in her relationship with Ray.
Retrieving a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator, Mia twisted off the cap and took a long drink to quench her thirst. Considering her own lack of a love life, which did not include her spontaneous night with Cameron, it looked like she had a quiet night of solitude ahead of her. She should have been happy about that, but she enjoyed Gina's company and had grown used to having someone else in the apartment at night, even if she was in her own room working on a stained-glass design.
Being alone was her own fault, she knew. She hadn't had a real relationship with a guy in nearly two years. But like every relationship she'd attempted before, that one had lasted a scarce three months before she'd started to feel restless and stifled and had broken things off. It was a familiar pattern that made her face the fact that she just didn't do relationships. At least not well.
Which was too bad, she thought as she made herself a chicken Caesar salad for dinner, because she'd really enjoyed being with Cameron the other night-their banter, her teasing, and the way Cameron had ultimately lost control with her. But it wasn't as though he'd asked to see her again when he'd dropped her off at her apartment. No, she'd gotten the distinct impression that she was the kind of woman he'd have a hot, illicit affair with but not a long-term relationship. It appeared that their fling was a one-time deal to finally get her out of his system-even if she did secretly wish for more.
Finished making her salad, she took the plate and her water to the kitchen counter and sorted through her mail, figuring that was about as exciting as her evening was going to get She took a bite of chicken as she separated the bills from junk mail and catalogs. At the bottom of a pile she came across a regular-size envelope addressed to her, but there was no indication of who the sender was because there wasn't a return address. The envelope was bulkier than normal, indicating there was something more than just a letter inside.