“Who’s investigating the fire?”
Her question isn’t one I’m prepared to answer. I’ve not had a chance to talk to Braden yet. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.”
“No need. I’ll take care of it once I’ve seen Granny.”
Never mind.Hostile environment noted.
“Braden will know. I’m sure he’d be happy to fill you in on what he knows.” It fucking kills me to tell her, not because Imind her talking to my brother, but because I want to be the one to handle this shit for her.
It’s like I can’t resist trying to swoop in and be her avenging hero. She doesn’t need me. That’s obvious. I don’t think she can’t handle shit on her own. I just want to be there to help her through it. What was wrong with that? And maybe offer her shelter and protection in the process.
Camille Parker is no damsel in distress. I once saw her punch a guy in the face so hard it knocked him flat on his ass. His crime? Slapping her ass in a bar and touching her without permission. Fucking badass.
I might have fallen a little harder for her when I saw that.
It happened the same night I let her go, three years nearly to the day. I wonder if she remembers the date. If she regrets how things ended between us before they had a chance to become something real.
The corners of her lips twitch like she’s hiding a smile. “I miss Braden. It’ll be nice to catch up.”
Ugly jealousy flares in my chest. I have to hold back a growl.
“That’s good,” I manage to say with clenched teeth.
She notices my reaction with a smirk but doesn’t comment.
I need my fucking ax and to chop shit up. Manual labor that will help get rid of the excess energy I feel, along with the need to break something.
Why the fuck am I so transparent to her? I can’t hide shit about how I feel. It’s goddamn annoying.
“You’re growling,” she points out with a laugh. “Big bad Rex. All flustered like a t-rex.” She tucks in her arms and waves them like the dinosaur she’s imitating.
It’s adorable, hilarious, and annoying as fuck. I want to smack her ass for it and then dive face-first into her pussy, using my tongue and fingers to wipe that grin off her face and replace it with one that shows how well I’m taking care of her needs. Iwant to see her skin flush from arousal. To render her speechless because she’s been thoroughly fucked and satisfied.
Someday she’ll be mine.
“I wasn’t growling,” I lie.
“Uh-huh.” Cami picks up her drink and sips on it for the rest of the drive.
By the time we reach the hospital, I’m not so sure it was a good idea to drive her. I managed to look like a fool in her presence, which only irritates me more. She’s amused rather than angry right now, which isn’t any better.
I pull up to the hospital entrance so she doesn’t have to walk. As I place the truck in park, she pushes the door open and reaches for her bag.
“Need any help?”
“No. I can manage.”
Great.Right back where we started at the airport.
“It’s a far drop,” I warn as she jumps out.
I can see that she landed wrong as she yelps. I’m out of the truck and rushing toward her, worried she’s injured an ankle when she flashes those fiery green eyes my way. “I’m fine.”
She doesn’t look fine. Her expression is tense, like she’s in pain. “Let me help you, Blissy Girl.”
It’s out before I can snatch it from the air and stuff the nickname back in my mouth.
She practically snarls. “Don’t call me that!”
