I'm dead tired. It's been days since I've slept through the night and I know there are countless more to come.

Amelia went up a few hours ago which is a good thing, knowing she's asleep after an exhausting day lessens the urge to bother her.

Not wasting time for a shower I simply strip down to my boxer shorts and fall into the king sized bed.

Unfortunately, in the dark room, I didn't see the lump under the black duvet, I only felt it. And heard it.

"Ow!" Amelia squeaks.

"Fuck." I curse, jumping up and switching on the lamp next to the bed. "Amelia, what-"

"I thought this would be better." She rapidly spews out before noticing my pajamas, or lack thereof. Her eyes dart around landing anywhere but me, the bottom of her cheeks to the tips of her ears flush red, and she stumbles whatever words are coming next.

Not saying anything, I walk over to my clothes dresser and pull and pull out a white t-shirt and flannel pants. Amelia has found some lint on the bed to be quite entertaining as I slip the clothes on. I don't remember the last time I actually slept in clothes.

When I walk back to the bed Amelia glances up. Tension melts from her shoulders as she starts chuckling. "Cute."

I look at the dumbass penguin pattern on my pants and grin back up at Amelia. "I am aren't I?" With the ways she's looking at me, the spark in her eye, it seems that, just for a moment, my wife is back. "I mean, what's why you married."

My favorite sound rings through the room as she's laughs. "And here I thought it was because of all your money."

And just like that my wife is gone. She replaced by someone with the same yellow hair and blue eyes but they're an imposter. They slipped up on the one thing my wife never would.

Amelia may act like my mother's accusation didn't cut her deep, but I see through it. I see her muscles tense when people joke about marrying for money. I notice her meticulously avoid talking about finances. This woman is not my wife and the realization brings a fucking ache to my chest.

I smile softly at woman looking at me with concern. "You didn't want to stay in the guest room?" I ask her, no longer curious as a thought comes to mind. "Meghan?"

Amelia nods, smiling lightly. "She seems to think my memories will come back quickly if I stick to my normal way of life. To an extent." She adds thoughtfully.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with that?" I don't think I can survive the night next to her.

"Meghan spent an hour assuring me that you're a perfect gentleman." She says, playing with her hands. "Not that she needed to, the Cameron I know was always caring."

"Yeah, when I'm conscious about it." I mutter, slightly agitated.

"What?" Amelia frowns, not understanding my hesitation. What sane man would be upset that his wife want to be in his bed. "Do you want me to leave?"

Fuck no. But I also don't want to be next to you all night. I know I should just be honest but telling her I'm know for copping a feel in my sleep might not be the best idea.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when Amelia starts to stand.

"No!" I shout like an idiot and she looks at me. As she had moved the nightgown she had been wearing rode up well past mid-thigh. She hasn't noticed yet, but I have. Every muscle in my body tightens. "Um, I've just been told I get a little handsy in my sleep."

"Did you sleep well?" My wife's smile shines in her eyes.

"Yeah," I untangle my legs from hers while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "I always sleep well with you here." I turn on the charm hoping to get lucky before having to get up.

"Hmm." Is her only response.

"What?" I ask, slowly running her hand up her thigh but it stills it her response.

"Did you have any dreams?" Shit.

"No?"

"Really?" She rolls over and quirks an eyebrow at me. "Because the way you were groping me I thought you were gonna have a wet dream." She whispers smugly, her hand moving down my chest.

"Oh." She shifts and the silk gown continues its upward ascent.

One words rings through my head as the tent in my pants grows. Fuck. It's not even meant to... I mean she's can wear it in front of the kids and yet it has me more wound-up than one a Theo's toy cars.

Kids. Think about kids. Shit diapers. Screaming babies. Coming home to Amelia holding... Shit.

"Well," her eyes drift down to her hands, doing a double take on my crotch. "Um. I'll leave." She says quickly, jumping up. "Goodnight." She squeaks, rushing out.

Groaning, I drag my hand down my face. Now she's gonna think I'm some sick horny bastard.

Thirty minutes and a cold shower later I soundlessly walk down the hall. Apologizing is the only thing currently on my mind.

Amelia's breaths are slow and even when I peek through the cracked door.

'I'll apologize tomorrow.' I resolve, heading back to the master bedroom.

-

"Come in." I respond to the knock on the office door. "Avery," I greet my personal assistant. The black-haired college student attempts to seductively smiles from my office door and I inhale deeply. I promised Amelia. "You brought my work computer?"

"Yes, sir." She approaches my desk holding a box. "And all the folders you asked for." She sets the box down before having the audacity to sit on my desk. I clench my fists, I promised.

"Thank you then." I reach for the box, carefully avoiding touching Avery's exposed skin. "You can leave."

"Mr. James," She purrs, leaning across the desk. "Your home situation isn't exactly ideal."

"Yes?" I grunt at Avery who is standing in my office, in a skimpy purple dress. I absolutely hate that color. And I hate this young girl more.

"You seem stressed boss." She steps forward, trying to attack me but I step back and she face plants into my chest.

Amelia walks into the room at the same time and her eyes widen. "Um."

"You're fired." I growl, shoving the woman off me, not caring if she falls. "Amelia."

"Hey..." She says slowly, sending a pale looking Avery a questioning look.

"Out!" I yell. "Pack your stuff and turn in your badge."

"Baby." I start once the a shocked Avery has left. "That-"

"Was exactly what I think." Amelia finishes for me and panic sets in.

"No, it wasn't!"

"Cameron," She approaches me with a soft smile and I'm confused. "The door was cracked." She reaches for me and punches up to her tiptoes, and pulls me down into a demanding kiss.

"Is the door closed and locked?" I pull back but she pulls me down again for a very long second before letting go and I'm not ashamed to say I stand there completely dazed and turned on.

"Go hire her back." And my beautiful wife always finds a way to bring me from dazed to absolutely befuddled.

"What?"

"We have no idea what her home life is like. Maybe she desperately needs this job."

"Then she shouldn't hit on her boss. Her married boss." I enunciate the word that keeps me grinning and flash my left hand flaunting the platinum band.

"Hire her back, and promise me you won't fire her," She moves her hands to unbutton the top to buttons of my shirt. "and I promise to make it worth your while." She slaps my ass before moving my desk and giving me a smirk. "Go."

"My home life?"

"And your wife is completely clueless, she'd never have to know."

"You're right." I nod, standing and Avery's eyes widen a fraction. "She'd never have to know." She grins, moving to close the door to the room.

When she turns back to me I stare directly into her eyes. "You're fired. Get out of my home and don't bother getting your shit from the main office, it'll be mailed."

"But"

"Out." I growl, slamming my fist on the desk and she runs.

This is the first promise I've ever broken and I feel sick inside.

"Dumbass!" My red-headed "sister-in-law" barges into the office.

"Meghan? What the hell?"