Always Yours by Kari March Page A

head up from what she was doing and began casually looking around the bar. Before she could spot me, I quickly turned around and headed out to the parking lot. I was too pissed off to deal with her right now. I needed to calm down and then talk to her. Plus, there was no way I was going near her with that prick hanging around.
    I sat in my truck and waited. Waited for him, waited for her, waited for anything, but nothing was happening. It was now two thirty in the morning and neither of them had left yet. The bar was closed and the parking lot was empty, except for a few lingering cars. Cara and Shay's cars were parked in the furthest corner of the lot just as they were the last time I did this, only this time I had no intentions of exiting my truck when they left. This time, I had a better plan. I knew it was a complete stalker move, but it was the only way I was going to be able to talk to Cara alone. Moving my tuck to a parking spot on the other side of the lot, I waited in the dark shadows.
    Just as I was about to give up and call it a night, the doors opened, and Cara, Shay, the cocksucker, and Dane, the bouncer, emerged through them. Dane and Shay stood by the door, giving Cara and the cocksucker some privacy as she walked him to his car. They spoke for a moment before he extended his arms and hugged Cara goodbye. She didn't hesitate at the gesture, in fact, she embraced him back, and for a split second I wanted to follow his ass home and beat the shit out of him.
    Once Dane walked Cara and Shay to their cars and they were safe, he got in his and drove away. Shay was next to leave the lot, and finally, after a few moments, Cara's car started to pull out. Once she turned onto the main road, I started my truck and began to follow her home.
    It only took about fifteen minutes to arrive at her townhouse in the south east corner of Aurora. Oddly enough, station #34 was just a few blocks away. I passed by here almost every day and never even knew it.
    She parked her car in what looked like a designated parking spot right in front of her unit. I was fearful that if she saw me, she would run inside. I parked down a bit from where she was and waited for her to exit her car before making my move. Once she was walking towards her door, I jumped out of my truck and with my hands in my pockets, I started heading her way. I didn't even have to call out to her; as soon as I was close, she sensed me. I could see her body tense up as she slowly turned her head, looking straight at me. She seemed despondent as the tip of her thumb smashed between her teeth.
    "What are you doing here?" she asked as I got closer, with no emotion in her voice.
    Stopping just short of her personal space I tried to push the visions of her and the prick from my mind. "You haven't retuned my calls," I countered. She looked down at her feet, avoiding me even in person and it only added to the fire. My head was like a minefield, full of undiscovered explosions, and Cara held the detonator—she could set them off randomly with a press of a button. "I just wanna know why? Is it because of that jackass you were talking to tonight at the bar?"
    Her head shot up and she glared at me with a tight jaw. "Were you spying on me?" Her voice was no longer emotionless.
    "Not per se. I came to talk to you, but when I got there you were already waist deep in the bullshit he was throwing at you," I bit back. "Did you spread your legs for that cocksucker, too?" I regretted the words as soon as they came out. I wanted to take them back but it was too late.
    "Fuck you, Cam!" she snapped. "Not that it's any of your business," she started to explain as she got in my face, her body stiff and tense. "But no, I didn't spread my legs for him. That mistake was reserved only for you." She spouted off, jabbing her finger into my chest.
    "What the hell is your problem, Cara? What the fuck did I do to you?" I yelled at her, my fists clenched at my sides.
    She took a step back. "It isn't what