Page 66 of Healing Love

Cam grew increasingly frustrated as the meeting dragged on. Nothing that Luke or any of the other Saints could find showed that Juaquim had anything to do with the phone call, but they knew that the odds of finding a link would be difficult.

“So, my woman has to wonder and worry if anything is out there? Constantly looking over her shoulder?” he growled.

Blaise answered, “Right now, we’ve got no indicationthat she’s in danger. She gave the DEA nothing new and has stayed out of the spotlight.”

“Yeah, but that phone call sounded so personal,” Bart argued back. “Who wanted that?”

Cam shook his head before looking over at the others. “According to her, the only man she had any real verbal contact with was the doctor, who had already claimed Sharon was his new mistress. Then Juaquim, who never made any actual requests from her. She met his two brothers, but they’re still in Mexico according to your CIA contacts, Marc.”

Marc nodded his agreement, looking just as frustrated as Cam. All eyes turned toward Jack.

He rubbed his beard for a moment, then gazed at Cam. “How’s she doing?”

Sighing heavily, Cam said, “She still has some nightmares. I’ll find her gazing off into the distance at times, then she blinks and pretends that she was right with me the whole time.”

“That actually sounds pretty normal,” Chad said. “She still not seeing a counselor?”

“No, she says there’s no one who can understand what she went through.” Cam held Jack’s gaze and continued, “Except for Bethany. Those two have gotten close and Bethany seems to be helping.”

Jack nodded, giving a hint of a smile. “Yeah, Bethany has mentioned it. I think it helps her as well.” He eyed the big man sitting across from him and said, “I think we still need to keep an eye on Miriam. We can back off the twenty-four-seven, but I want us all to keep her on our protection rotation whenCam isn’t with her.”

The men all eagerly agreed, and Cam nodded to each of them, grateful for their concern.

Miriam sat with Ann, Bethany’s grandmother, and listened to her talk about the cabins at Mountville that she and her husband built when they were first married. Ann did not know where she was or that her husband had passed away almost five years earlier and Miriam did not correct her. She finished her nursing shift and enjoyed sitting for a while with Ann, listening to her tales of old.

An hour later, she saw Cam drive up in his truck and she said goodbye to Ann before jogging to the parking lot. After leaning in to kiss him, she immediately asked, “So, was there anything new?”

He shook his head, knowing she was asking about anything the Saints had found. “No,” but then he quickly continued when he saw her fearful expression. “That’s good, babe. You’ve had no new threats, and it may have just been an effort to scare you. But Jack and the others still want to keep an eye on you when we’re not together.”

She leaned back in her seat and nodded. “Cam, there’s no way I can ask the Saints to watch me! You all have other duties, assignments, and missions.”

He turned to face her, saying, “Cariña, look at me.”

She responded to his gentle command and met his gaze.

“You’re not a burden. Yes, there are always otherassignments and missions we’re working on, but your safety is my priority. And therefore, a priority to my friends.”

She smiled wanly and then said, “Are you going to have to leave soon?”

Confused, he replied, “Leave where?”

“To go on anther mission?”

“Nope. Not for a while. I’m being assigned security details and investigations around here.”

Her brow crinkled as she said, “Is that because of me? Am I hampering your career?”

Throwing his head back laughing, he admitted, “No,cariña. Not at all. After what we went through in Mexico, Jack’s not about to assign me something like that for a bit. And since we take your security seriously, I get the best of both worlds. I stay near you and keep doing my job.”

He lifted her chin with his fingers as he pulled her in for another kiss. “So, you can toss those concerns right out of your head. Okay?”

Gifting him with her smile once more, she agreed and finally relaxed into her seat to enjoy the ride home.

Several days later, Cam brought in a large handful of mail. “Hey, Miriam!” he called. “It looks like the post office finally got your change of address made.”

She began sorting through her mail while he and Bart piled up on the sofas to watch football. A few bills that she had already paid online went into one pile.Magazines into another. Junk mail went directly into the trash. A large cream envelope caught her eye and, as she looked at the return address, she noticed that it was from the Red Cross. Opening it, she sighed as she noticed her shaking hand holding the letter.

Cam may have had the TV on but was constantly attuned to her and immediately stood up, walking over as he heard her sigh. “What is it?”

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