arrived.
Pheobe huffed and puffed, then grumpily made her way to the
bathroom. With her out of the room Cameron's gaze fell to me. I felt more
than a little uneasy, with the tension between us being at an all-time high.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"No," I answered; his heated stare causing me to
speak more vulgarly than I intended.
Cam stroked his bristly jaw. "I just got off the phone
with Ashley. She tells me she was driving past your house tonight and saw you
making out with some guy in your car." Cam paced so close it hurt.
"Please tell me she's lying, Abigail."
I could tell his pride had been wounded and he was furious
with me. He actually believed his back-stabbing sister, Ashley? I scowled
at him, aggravated with the thought. "You know what? I think we’d better
have that talk now,” I said. I had planned to tell him everything anyway. I
only figured I could get through the god-damned door first.
He stormed away from me and sat down on the couch. The last
thing I wanted right now was to be fighting, but I couldn't help the ache in my
heart itching me to face the situation head on. Suddenly the phone rang. Cam
slammed his fist on the coffee table, nearly breaking it in two, as Pheobe returned
to the room.
"Daddy?" She looked so concerned that it broke my
heart.
Cam narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm going to put Pheobe
to bed. Why don't you get the phone? Then we'll talk." His voice had
softened a bit, but I had to believe it was only for Pheobe's sake.
Not wanting any further confrontation, I hurried to the
phone and answered quickly. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Edwin?" I said, my voice scratchy and low.
"No, the milkman. Yeah, it's me."
"I can't believe you’re calling me here; especially
tonight." I flashed an anxious glance down the hall. Cameron didn't materialize.
"Just let me say my part and then I'll leave you to do
whatever it is that you do over there." He sounded calm; too calm for the
little time that had passed since he had taken off.
The words had left my lips before I could think them
through. "Make it quick."
"I think you're taking things too fast with Cam. You
need to slow it down a bit. You don't really want to move in with him. If you
want me to tone it down, I will. But you're making a huge mistake."
"If you're worried about how this will affect our
arrangement with the house, don't. I'll still pay for half of the mortgage and
taxes. You’ll just have to pick up the utilities."
"That's not it and you know it. Don't do it, Abs."
His voice was strong and thick with emotion.
I hung up the phone, stunned by his orders. My hand clung
to the receiver with a death grip and I stared at its base, waiting for it to
ring again. It didn't.
Cameron walked into the room observing me in my frozen state.
"Who was that?"
I swallowed the lump from the back of my throat. "Edwin."
"What did he want?" he asked, his voice cool and
assessing.
"To tell me what a big mistake I'm making moving in
with you."
Cameron nodded, like he wasn’t surprised. "And what
did you tell him?"
"Nothing. I hung up on him."
Cam's face didn't hint as to what he was thinking, but he
swiftly approached me and wrapped his arms snugly around my waist. He tucked
my head gently on his shoulder and I nuzzled into him.
"I'm sorry for taking Ashley’s word," he
whispered, next to my ear. "I should have given you the benefit of the
doubt. Can you forgive me?" He pulled back and pressed his forehead
against mine, our noses touching, his breath warm on my lips. "Please?"
My heart fluttered at his passionate pleading. I couldn't
resist him another second. I tilted my head and softly brushed my lips against
his. Once. Twice. Electricity passed through every soft touch, reigniting my
desire for him.
Cameron exhaled a deep breath, dousing the flames running
across my body. "Now that we have that out of the way, what is
Pheobe huffed and puffed, then grumpily made her way to the
bathroom. With her out of the room Cameron's gaze fell to me. I felt more
than a little uneasy, with the tension between us being at an all-time high.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"No," I answered; his heated stare causing me to
speak more vulgarly than I intended.
Cam stroked his bristly jaw. "I just got off the phone
with Ashley. She tells me she was driving past your house tonight and saw you
making out with some guy in your car." Cam paced so close it hurt.
"Please tell me she's lying, Abigail."
I could tell his pride had been wounded and he was furious
with me. He actually believed his back-stabbing sister, Ashley? I scowled
at him, aggravated with the thought. "You know what? I think we’d better
have that talk now,” I said. I had planned to tell him everything anyway. I
only figured I could get through the god-damned door first.
He stormed away from me and sat down on the couch. The last
thing I wanted right now was to be fighting, but I couldn't help the ache in my
heart itching me to face the situation head on. Suddenly the phone rang. Cam
slammed his fist on the coffee table, nearly breaking it in two, as Pheobe returned
to the room.
"Daddy?" She looked so concerned that it broke my
heart.
Cam narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm going to put Pheobe
to bed. Why don't you get the phone? Then we'll talk." His voice had
softened a bit, but I had to believe it was only for Pheobe's sake.
Not wanting any further confrontation, I hurried to the
phone and answered quickly. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Edwin?" I said, my voice scratchy and low.
"No, the milkman. Yeah, it's me."
"I can't believe you’re calling me here; especially
tonight." I flashed an anxious glance down the hall. Cameron didn't materialize.
"Just let me say my part and then I'll leave you to do
whatever it is that you do over there." He sounded calm; too calm for the
little time that had passed since he had taken off.
The words had left my lips before I could think them
through. "Make it quick."
"I think you're taking things too fast with Cam. You
need to slow it down a bit. You don't really want to move in with him. If you
want me to tone it down, I will. But you're making a huge mistake."
"If you're worried about how this will affect our
arrangement with the house, don't. I'll still pay for half of the mortgage and
taxes. You’ll just have to pick up the utilities."
"That's not it and you know it. Don't do it, Abs."
His voice was strong and thick with emotion.
I hung up the phone, stunned by his orders. My hand clung
to the receiver with a death grip and I stared at its base, waiting for it to
ring again. It didn't.
Cameron walked into the room observing me in my frozen state.
"Who was that?"
I swallowed the lump from the back of my throat. "Edwin."
"What did he want?" he asked, his voice cool and
assessing.
"To tell me what a big mistake I'm making moving in
with you."
Cameron nodded, like he wasn’t surprised. "And what
did you tell him?"
"Nothing. I hung up on him."
Cam's face didn't hint as to what he was thinking, but he
swiftly approached me and wrapped his arms snugly around my waist. He tucked
my head gently on his shoulder and I nuzzled into him.
"I'm sorry for taking Ashley’s word," he
whispered, next to my ear. "I should have given you the benefit of the
doubt. Can you forgive me?" He pulled back and pressed his forehead
against mine, our noses touching, his breath warm on my lips. "Please?"
My heart fluttered at his passionate pleading. I couldn't
resist him another second. I tilted my head and softly brushed my lips against
his. Once. Twice. Electricity passed through every soft touch, reigniting my
desire for him.
Cameron exhaled a deep breath, dousing the flames running
across my body. "Now that we have that out of the way, what is
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