At his voice, her throat closed and whatever bravado she had vanished. “I don’t know where I am.” That was all she could say.
“Shit. Can you see a street sign?”
She squinted at the corner. “Lowrie is the only name I can see.”
“Can you stay where you are? It’s gonna take me about twenty minutes to get there and find you.”
“I… I don’t know. My phone is almost dead.”
“There’s a cemetery on that road. Find it and wait there. No one should bother you if you’re sitting at someone’s grave.”
“Okay.”
“Sabrina, hang in there. I’m on my way.”
She hung up just before the screen went dead.
“I’m on my way.”
His words acted like a balm to her nerves. She found the cemetery. It was small and not particularly maintained, but there was a bench facing the old headstones. She sat and did some relaxing breaths, concentrating on releasing the tension from her body.
Scrap has diabetes and kidney disease. What does that mean for me? Should I feel sorry for him? Should I not care at all?
The elaborate gravestone in front of her had no answers.
Scrap’s attitude toward her sucked, but she vividly remembered his words. The tone and the volatile emotion behind them.
“If Iamher father, that means I abandonedmy only gawddamn child!”
Ernie had been her anchor and the only person who ever truly cared for her. Scrap was a mean, cantankerous asshole, but perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a tiny bit of redeeming quality somewhere. It was probably a futile hope, but at this point, she’d take anything she could get.
The cloudy sky darkened more, and the wind picked up a bit. The squirrely weather mentioned possible showers tonight.Hopefully, Cam would get her soon. Was there more than one cemetery on this street?
Her thoughts wandered to Cam. He would be happy that Scrap agreed to the test at last, but what about the other stuff? Should she tell him?
A few raindrops splattered onto the rough granite in front of her.Great. Just fucking great.She sighed and placed a hand over her eyes to peer at the sky.Can you please hold off just a little while longer?
The answer came back as bigger, more frequent drops. The only missing part to make her day worse would be a call from Rodrigo once her phone was charged.
She did wonder about her aunt’s insistence to sign whatever papers Rodrigo had. What exactly were they trying to pull, and why was her signature so important?
A familiar rumble came to her ears, and she spotted Cam coming slowly down the street. He stopped in front of the gated area and dismounted in one fluid motion. “Are you okay?”
“It seems like you’re always coming to my rescue.”
“And I always will.”
He folded her in his arms, and his mouth came down to hers. The kiss wasn’t sexual, more of a confirmation. It said “I’m here” in a way that bore an intimacy outweighing sex. He tasted strongly of mint, and she guessed he had a box of Altoids in his pocket.
The skies opened up and rain poured over them, but neither made a move to run. Even in a storm, he had her back. She felt solid, whole in this connection. If there was ever any question or doubt, it was gone. Cam belonged to her and she to him. The realization was thrilling, terrifying, and satisfying all at the same time.
“Sorry it took me so long,” he murmured into her ear. “I grabbed your helmet before I came.”
“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” she breathed. The cold rain continued to douse them both, but warmth filled her inside. No, that was heat. Real heat. “Take me home.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
