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I wasn’t prepared at all.

A shadow fell over me where I was bent over my laptop, scribbling away on a notepad.

That shadow didn’t move, but I felt the storm coming.

Setting down my pen, I looked up.

And stared right into a face on Cameron Kelley I’d never seen before.

Worried. Relieved. Furious. Unkept. He hadn’t shaved in at least two weeks, his eyes were dark, and the way he was jutting out his jaw told me he wasn’t only feeling pissed, but a whole lot more.

“You promised we’d talk.”

I blinked. Blinked again as I tried to calm my racing heart and my suddenly trembling hands.

I shoved them into my lap before he could see.

He was here. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

“What are you doing here?” In the library. In New Haven. He was supposed to be in… I glanced at my computer and the calendar icon on the bottom. Oh. His training camp was over.

When I looked back up into his storm-filled, impatient eyes, I didn’t need to ask my question again. He’d already said what he wanted.

I looked around. The library wasn’t busy. But there were children there with moms in the kid’s sections. “Here?”

“Prefer not to have this conversation within hearing range of half the town.”

Please. There were maybe a half-dozen patrons in the library, plus the volunteers and hired librarian. That was hardly half the town. However, one mom glanced in our direction and quickly looked away, so I didn’t doubt at all that even if we weren’t heard, news of us talking would be known by half the town by dinnertime.

I slapped my laptop closed and gathered my things.

“Fine. Follow me.”

Because I’d realized in the times I allowed myself to think about him over the last two weeks, there were things I needed to say to him, too.

Chapter 11

Cameron

Ava Decker drove me wild. She always had. At least, she always had ever since that first summer I noticed her as something more than a girl, or Isaiah’s little sister. She was trouble and beauty and sass and charm. She was sweet and lovely and smart and beautiful.

I waited while she gathered her things, her hands trembling and her face flushing as she hurried to shove everything back into her canvas tote bag.

“How’d you know I was here?” she asked as we were walking out of the library. I went to lead her to my truck, but she turned right on the sidewalk.

“Went to Millie’s. Asked if she’d seen you. My truck’s the other way.”

“I figured.” And yet she kept walking, taking a left that led us by the square, headed toward Tom’s.

“Said I didn’t want this conversation in town, Ava.”

“I know.”

She pulled her shoulders back and tilted her chin up. Her long blonde hair fell in loose curls down her back, and I tried hard not to reach for her, not to force her to stop and fucking talk to me.

Weeks I’d tried to contact her, only to finally realize she’d blocked my number. Then there was more time where I bugged the shit out of Isaiah, where he assured me she was fine, but that was all he was allowed to say.

He didn’t even ask why I cared so much, which would be odd, but it was Isaiah. He didn’t think too deep into much outside of work.

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