Page 39 of Knotted Laces

And…I shouldn’t be thinking that, but I’m only fucking human.

“Ats.”

I lift my brows.

“You should go.”

I cross my arms. “Not until you tell me the truth.”

He tosses up his hands. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Again.Bullshit.”

Another growl, but this time he drops his own hands on the table and leans toward me, our faces just inches apart. “It’snotbullshit,” he grits out.

“Liar,”I say, ignoring my pulse speeding through my veins, the urge to close the distance between us and kiss him.

Yes, I’m losing my mind.

But this is more important.

“I’m not?—”

“L.I.A.R,” I spell jauntily.

“The roads—” he attempts.

“Are fine.” I shake my head at him. “And you’re still lying.Tellme, Cam. Tell me what the fuck is happening in that brain of yours.”

“It’sfine.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” I taunt. “You are so full of shit. I can see it from here. And I’m not fucking leaving until you clue me in, so just shut up, spit it out, and just fuckingtell me.”

“Ats—”

“Tell me.”

“Athena—”

“Tell. Me.”

I see it then.

The final thread of his temper snapping—and Jesus, it took him long enough. I watch the fury in him expand, and I hear it too, exploding out through his words.

“I can’t fucking have kids, okay?”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cam

I can’t believeI said that.

Ican’t believeI said that.

I open my mouth to take it back, to lie, to hedge, to…fuckingsomething, anything but acknowledge the expression on her face, the pain in her eyes.

But…I can’t.

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