“Maybe I can offer you some advice?” Daddy asks him. “Coach to player? Join us for coffee.”
Cam’s expression shuts down in that way it does when he’s asked about hockey. But he keeps his hand on my back when he says, “Sure. Let’s go.”
So Cam and I go have coffee with my father.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“That was…interesting,” Cam says as we leave the coffee shop and climb into his truck.
I let out a relieved breath of air. “I’m sorry you got dragged into coffee. That was unplanned. I just…”
“You don’t trust him.” Cam turns on the engine and backs out of the parking lot. “I could read it all over your face.”
I glance down at my father’s business card still in my hand. “No. I don’t. He’s always got a reason.”
“No argument here. But I’m proud of you for standing up to him.”
“I have no idea where that came from. Ever since I met you, it’s like you said—I have this stick at the ready.”
Cam reaches for my hand. “You always had that stick, Savannah. That’s all you.”
“It was strange seeing him after all this time. He’s older now, and I guess I wasn’t prepared. And he says he’s taking some medication to even him out.”
“That’s a good thing.”
“Yes. It’s hard to imagine him becoming a father again, though.” I glance over at Cam. “I’ve never introduced someone to him before. It was just weird.”
He abruptly pulls off to the side of the dark, quiet street. He shifts closer and lifts me into his lap.
“I’m worried about you,” he whispers as he kisses me softly.
I tilt my head so he has better access to my neck, and he nibbles the soft skin. “Can I stay over tonight?”
“I’m not sure,” I murmur. “I’m in a bad place, and I don’t want to drive you away.”
He trails kisses down my collarbone. “Let me in, Savannah. Please.”
My body is burning up with need for him. My heart craves him. And I want to feel like I deserve Cam’s kind of love. The good kind.
“Yes. Come home with me,” I say.
* * *
I’m afraid Molly’s going to be lying in wait for me in the living room, but when we walk in the front door, the house is dark.
“They’re both in bed.” I take Cam’s hand and lead him down the end of the hall and into my bedroom. “I guess we should have gone to your house if we didn’t want to worry about making noise.”
Cam’s mouth is on mine right away. “Kissing is quiet,” he murmurs.
“True.” I laugh as he reaches for the hem of my sweater. “I’m still kind of chilled.”
“I’ll warm you up.”
He lifts off my sweater and shirt, and I take off my pants and grab a t-shirt and sweatpants before climbing into bed.
Cam takes off everything but his boxers and gets under the covers with me. The bedside light casts a dim glow on the room, and the house is completely quiet.
“Are you cold?” I ask him. “I could lend you something. Not that it will fit you.”
