Page 54 of Sunny Skies Ahead
But if last night was any indication, I had a feeling the two of us could figure it out.
I hesitantly looked up to meet his eyes, surprised to find him staring back at me with a mix of awe and excitement.
“How does that sound?” I asked, running my fingers along his jaw. I was still trying to convince myself this was real.
“Only if you want to,” Kameron said, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along my upper back. His touch sent a shiver down my spine.
“I think I want to,” I said. Kameron paused.
“You think, or you know?”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I confessed, frustrated with myself.
“It’s just you and me,” Kameron said, kissing my forehead. “We get to make the rules here.”
“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I said, laughing to mask the discomfort forming in my chest.
“How about we start with being honest to each other?”
I sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to my chest and giving Kameron a wry look.
“After last night, I’m not sure I have any secrets left.”
Kameron smiled and leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. His muscles flexed with the movement and I bit my lip.
“That’s a good sign,” Kameron said, smirking when my gaze met his again.
“Don’t get smug,” I warned, jabbing a finger into his chest. “The last thing we need is Lucas finding out about this.”
“You’re worried about Lucas? I’m worried about Abbie.”
I shook my head, unable to stop the smile slowly spreading across my face.
“Abbie would be ecstatic. She’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints ever since the festival last year. She wants us to get together. Lucas on the other hand. . . he might kill you.”
Kameron rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t even try.”
“Oh, let’s make a bet,” I said, amused.
Kameron leaned forward so our faces were only centimeters apart.
“Twenty bucks says I tell Lucas about us and all he does is make a sound of disgust.”
I considered this for a moment, inclining my head towards him like I was going to seal the distance between us.
“My money’s on Lucas kicking your ass into next week,” I whispered, smacking a quick kiss to his lips before sliding off the bed and climbing down the ladder, headed for the bathroom.
Kameron’s squawk of indignation had me laughing the entire way there.
After walking Bass in the morning and checking on things at the farm, we returned to Watford that afternoon. The remediation had taken longer than expected, and when Dillon had called me to say that everything was finished, he did have some other concerns to speak with me about. As we pulled into the gravel roundabout in front of the farmhouse, my stomach twisted with anxiety at the sight of Dillon’s work truck still parked there. He came down the front steps and waved to us as he put another bag of tools and equipment into the tailgate.
All of the bliss from this morning was replaced by anxiety.
I still hadn’t made a decision about the house.
We headed inside, and I was surprised by how normal the house looked. I didn’t know why I was expecting it to look like a FEMA site.
“Hey Dillon,” I said. “This is Kameron, my. . . friend.”
