Page 81 of Dr. Brandt

“Thank you, Mr. Brandt,” the woman said, handing Cam two old-fashioned skeleton keys that seemed to fit our surroundings.

Cam snatched my hand while I continued to stare in awe at the lodge-like atmosphere of this hotel. We walked by a stone fireplace you could practically fit a car in, the flames dancing and climbing up around the pile of logs placed neatly into it.

The smell of the fireplace suddenly made me feel as though we were in some grand lodge in the middle of Montana, and while I thought the plane ride felt like an escape from the stresses of the world, this was what took me away from it all completely.

“I could wrap up in a blanket and sit in one of those huge chairs in front of that fireplace all day,” I told Cam.

He looked back at me and smiled as we stepped out of the elevator onto the second floor. “Thank God I ensured we had a room with a fireplace in it, then, because I don’t plan on you sitting alone in a chair. You’ll be in my arms tonight,” he said, his voice lower.

“Perfect. At least that stops me from getting weird looks from other hotel guests,” I said as I nudged his side.

When we reached our room, Cam plugged in the old-fashioned key and opened the door, moving to the side and motioning for me to enter before he did.

“Just so you know, this is not called the presidential suite because the name sounds fancy,” Cam said as he watched me look around. “JFK and Queen Elizabeth have even stayed in this exact room.”

“Not at the same time, I’m assuming,” I said, soaking up the grandeur of the suite.

“When it comes to JFK, I guess you can never be too sure,” Cam laughed. “Hopefully, you approve. I wanted to ensure my lady stayed in a room fit for a queen.”

When I walked in, I felt like I’d been swept away into a Jane Austen novel. Cameron could’ve passed for my literary hero, Fitzwilliam Darcy, and I felt like Elizabeth Bennet.

“Well?” Cam questioned.

I turned around, finding the man dreamier than before. His coal black hair gave a beautiful depth to the sharp features of his face, and his piercing blue eyes were so deep that a warm sensation swarmed deep inside of me, knowing that I wanted and needed more.

“You’re so handsome,” I said, honestly and completely caught up in this fairytale moment I’d been transported into. “Thank you. Thank you for all of this.”

He crossed the room to where I stood with tears in my eyes, “You are very welcome indeed.”

I reached up to his face, “This all feels like a dream, you know?”

“Oh, do I ever know,” he said with a smile and a kiss on my nose. “I have no idea how we managed to find our way back to each other, but I know this was meant to be. It’s not a coincidence.”

“You believe there was a reason aside from Jacks for us finding our way back together?”

“I know there was a reason,” he answered. “We were never meant to be apart.”

“I’m proud of you, though, for everything that you’ve accomplished in your life while we weren’t together.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, kissing me and laying me back on the bed as he began removing my clothes.

I didn’t expect us to move this fast and for me to forgive him so easily. In fact, I never saw myself back in Cam’s arms like this again. I guess it was all part of the fairytale, though. Everything was so perfect and so right. My anger and resentment had faded entirely, and I felt complete.

Would everyone I knew and loved call me insane for taking Cameron back so quickly? Absolutely. My parents hated him for walking out of my life the way he did, and they’d never agreed with how I handled things on my side, either. They thought Cam needed to know he was a father and he needed to help. Instead of heeding their advice, I gave up the opportunities I’d worked so hard to get, allowing him to pursue his goals. Needless to say, that didn’t sit right with Mom and Dad.

My decisions were my own, though, and I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about how I handled things.

What mattered now was that we were together again, and I felt fulfilled. It felt so right that I couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with emotion.

Naturally, I started crying at the exact moment Cameron was kissing along my inner thigh, his lips massaging toward my entrance where his fingers had just slid into me.

Why now?

I covered my face with my hands as the sob erupted through me. Tears that had been bottled up broke free and feeling stupid for crying made the tears fall that much harder.

“Hey?” Cam said, rightfully confused by my sudden turn in emotion. “Baby?”

I couldn’t respond, but I felt Cameron at my side, pulling my naked body against his bare chest.

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