Page 188 of Kiss Me in the Dark
“Don’t make me hit you, Lexi,” I warn, shoving her phone inside my jacket pocket.I turn on my heel and storm back to my car.
“You don’t deserve to be happy, Fox Wilder!”she screams after me.
I ignore her, climbing into my car and slamming the door.My hands shake as I start the engine.I have to find Cameron.I have to fix this.Whatever happens, I can’t lose him.Not like this.
47
The Price For Freedom
FOX’S POV
Ihavetofindhim.My grip tightens around the wheel, one hand steady, the other fumbling for Lexi’s phone.I unlock it, entering the password—the one I know too well, the one she still hasn't changed.That fact unsettles me, but I push the thought aside.My fingers hover for only a moment before dialing Cameron.
The line rings and rings, but there’s no answer.Frustrated, I toss the phone onto the passenger seat, my mind racing.Where could he be?If Lexi really sent him that video, he’s probably somewhere hurting, thinking I betrayed him.
I pull the car over to the side of the road and try his number again.This time, it goes straight to voicemail.My chest tightens.He’s turned off his phone.
“Fuck!”I slam my fist against the wheel, pain shooting through my already bruised knuckles.The anger doesn’t subside.It feels like my whole world is falling apart.
Why did I ever get involved with Lexi in the first place?Why didn’t I think with my head instead of my dick?Grabbing Lexi’s phone again, I yank out her SIM card and replace it with mine.I call Cameron’s number once more, but the voicemail mocks me again.I let out a deep sigh, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
I hit Blaze’s number, my fingers trembling.It rings five times before he finally answers.
“Fox, where the hell are you?”
“I’m on my way to Cameron’s parents’ place, but I don’t have an address.Is Landon there with you?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Blaze says, his voice laced with concern.
“Let me talk to him.”
I hear some shuffling, and then Landon’s voice comes through the line.“Fox?What’s going on?”
“Do you know where Cameron’s parents live?I don’t know their street or house number.”
“Shit, I don’t,” he admits, and my heart sinks.
“Have you talked to him?He’s not answering my calls.”
“I think he’s turned off his phone.I’ve tried calling him too.”
“Fuck.”I punch the steering wheel again, my frustration boiling over.
Landon hesitates before speaking.“He mentioned his mom owns a bakery.”
“A bakery?You don’t expect me to go bakery-hopping through this entire town, do you?”I snap, the pressure making me impatient.
“Fox, calm down.There’s only one bakery—Jane’s Bakery.Just ask around.Or better yet, use GPS.”
I rub my temple, exhaling sharply.“Fine.Thanks.”
I hang up and rest my forehead against the wheel.Think, Fox.Think.
With no other options, I start driving again, the sinking sun casting long shadows across the road.My mind races with memories of Cameron—how calm he is, how he always knows how to ground me.The thought of him breaking down over something Lexi did makes my heart ache.I need to find him, to hold him, to make this right.
By the time I reach the bakery, a small, quiet building, the sky is dark.I park in front of the shop, the “Closed” sign hanging on the door.My eyes drift upward to the apartment above the bakery.That must be where they live.
I spot a doorbell near the entrance and press it, my finger jabbing the button harder than necessary.No response.I press it again, the tension in my chest growing unbearable.A shadow moves inside the darkened bakery, and a moment later, a woman appears at the door.Jane Brooke—Cameron’s mother.
