if I wanted this guy to kiss me ? He was sure a hell of a lot better than everyone else I’d kissed. Everyone except Grady.
And there it was. The reason I was on the fence with Cam. Grady was somewhere across the lake, and his proximity to me was unsettling on so many levels. But he was doing his damndest to make sure I hated him, so why should I let him hold me back.
I brushed my hair over my shoulder and turned to face Cam, a small smile on my lips. His eyes flickered to my mouth and back up, the corner of his mouth turning up. Before I could second guess myself again, his lips were on mine, gently moving, testing the waters. Cam was definitely a good kisser, but I didn’t feel it all the way to my toes like I did when Grady ravished my mouth.
Cam pressed a final soft kiss to my lips and pulled back. “You ready to head back?” He asked taking my hand to help me onto the boat. On the ride back to his house, I stood up with Cam. He let me steer while he stood behind me with his arms around my waist, or on the steering wheel when I started to drift.
Cam’s body was warm and perfect behind me, but the arms that reached around me weren’t covered in tattoos. Son of a bitch, Grady! You’ve ruined me for everyone else.
We arrived back at Cam’s house and his family was gathered outside around a bonfire. Cam ran inside to grab a blanket for me, now that the temperature had dropped significantly. For two more hours I snuggled up next to Cam under the blanket and enjoyed the banter of his family. Just like Cam they were surprisingly normal, and even though I wasn’t feeling major chemistry with Cam I still had a great time. For the first time since I arrived here, I had an evening with friends that didn’t involve avoiding Grady or watching Grady molest some stupid wench.
My head was screaming at me to give Cam a chance. So, when he walked me to my car at the end of the night I kissed him again and agreed to go on a winery tour with him on Saturday.
Lana was still up when I got home, no doubt waiting to hear how my date was. “So, how was the famous Camden Holt?” She asked me, setting her book down on the coffee table and curling her feet under her to make room for me on the sofa. I leaned my head back and slipped off my heels.
“He was perfect. We had dinner on the lake, ice cream, a bonfire with his family. He’s super hot, down to earth, loves his family, clearly employed. He’s perfect,” I said with a sigh. Lana took a s ip of her wine and studied me.
“But he’s not Grady,” she said, filling the silence with what I was thinking.
***
Early Saturday morning I was once again standing in my closet deciding what to wear on a date with Cam. My phone started playing the country song Taryn had assigned to herself, and I ran to answer before it went to voicemail. Taryn had just started classes a couple of weeks ago, and we hadn’t done more than text occasionally since then.
“Hi, Taryn!”
“Hi, Linz! How are you? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever,” Taryn said. One reason I wanted to move in with Lana was to give Taryn and Wyatt some space as they started their life together. But I didn’t want to lose touch like this.
I flopped onto my bed on my stomach and kicked my feet up behind me. “How are classes? How is Wyatt? Have you been to see your brother lately?”
Taryn laughed at my interrogation and said, “Classes are good. It’ll be a hard semester, but the spring shouldn’t be too bad. Wyatt is wonderful. And we went to see Lincoln last weekend. Now your turn. How is Lana? How is work?” She paused for a second, but continued before I could answer, “How’s Grady?”
“Lana is great. She and Mitch are leaving for a cruise on Tuesday. Work is fine. The office will be closed while Lana is on vacation, so I’ll have some time on my hand. And Grady is…Grady.” I sighed and
And there it was. The reason I was on the fence with Cam. Grady was somewhere across the lake, and his proximity to me was unsettling on so many levels. But he was doing his damndest to make sure I hated him, so why should I let him hold me back.
I brushed my hair over my shoulder and turned to face Cam, a small smile on my lips. His eyes flickered to my mouth and back up, the corner of his mouth turning up. Before I could second guess myself again, his lips were on mine, gently moving, testing the waters. Cam was definitely a good kisser, but I didn’t feel it all the way to my toes like I did when Grady ravished my mouth.
Cam pressed a final soft kiss to my lips and pulled back. “You ready to head back?” He asked taking my hand to help me onto the boat. On the ride back to his house, I stood up with Cam. He let me steer while he stood behind me with his arms around my waist, or on the steering wheel when I started to drift.
Cam’s body was warm and perfect behind me, but the arms that reached around me weren’t covered in tattoos. Son of a bitch, Grady! You’ve ruined me for everyone else.
We arrived back at Cam’s house and his family was gathered outside around a bonfire. Cam ran inside to grab a blanket for me, now that the temperature had dropped significantly. For two more hours I snuggled up next to Cam under the blanket and enjoyed the banter of his family. Just like Cam they were surprisingly normal, and even though I wasn’t feeling major chemistry with Cam I still had a great time. For the first time since I arrived here, I had an evening with friends that didn’t involve avoiding Grady or watching Grady molest some stupid wench.
My head was screaming at me to give Cam a chance. So, when he walked me to my car at the end of the night I kissed him again and agreed to go on a winery tour with him on Saturday.
Lana was still up when I got home, no doubt waiting to hear how my date was. “So, how was the famous Camden Holt?” She asked me, setting her book down on the coffee table and curling her feet under her to make room for me on the sofa. I leaned my head back and slipped off my heels.
“He was perfect. We had dinner on the lake, ice cream, a bonfire with his family. He’s super hot, down to earth, loves his family, clearly employed. He’s perfect,” I said with a sigh. Lana took a s ip of her wine and studied me.
“But he’s not Grady,” she said, filling the silence with what I was thinking.
***
Early Saturday morning I was once again standing in my closet deciding what to wear on a date with Cam. My phone started playing the country song Taryn had assigned to herself, and I ran to answer before it went to voicemail. Taryn had just started classes a couple of weeks ago, and we hadn’t done more than text occasionally since then.
“Hi, Taryn!”
“Hi, Linz! How are you? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever,” Taryn said. One reason I wanted to move in with Lana was to give Taryn and Wyatt some space as they started their life together. But I didn’t want to lose touch like this.
I flopped onto my bed on my stomach and kicked my feet up behind me. “How are classes? How is Wyatt? Have you been to see your brother lately?”
Taryn laughed at my interrogation and said, “Classes are good. It’ll be a hard semester, but the spring shouldn’t be too bad. Wyatt is wonderful. And we went to see Lincoln last weekend. Now your turn. How is Lana? How is work?” She paused for a second, but continued before I could answer, “How’s Grady?”
“Lana is great. She and Mitch are leaving for a cruise on Tuesday. Work is fine. The office will be closed while Lana is on vacation, so I’ll have some time on my hand. And Grady is…Grady.” I sighed and
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