“Cameron,” Gwendolyn warned,  her cheeks hot. “Kyrion will be here any moment.” And although the man would know of their affair, she did not want him to learn of it by overhearing their raunchy conversation.<br/><br/>A brisk knock at the door revealed the attendants with trays of food, waiting to be ushered in. “I believe it may be pheasant again. Roasted.” She shot Cameron a look that personified one word: behave.