Page 2 of Baby Me

It had been almost two months since Cameron, Lola, and Brook rescued me, and I was still waiting for that phone call from the FBI telling me that Aaron Cortez had been recaptured. Well, I wasn’t counting my blessings or holding my breath because I knew, that sooner or later Aaron Cortez would show his ugly faceagain.

“How are you feeling?” Cameronasked.

“Good. Still a little tired, butgood.”

“Why don’t you sleep in some more? It’sSaturday.”

Except every day resting and recovering at the cabin felt like a weekend, and he knew it. I was ready to finally get out. I was ready to face the world again, even if it meant taking a chance at life. If I didn’t, then what was the point ofliving?

“Are you kidding me? Do you know what day it is?” I suddenly shot up in the bed, eyes wide open, excitement running through me as if it were Christmas morning. Except it wasn’t Christmas morning yet, though it soon would be. Once I was healthy, I’d make it my mission to use any resources I had to find those responsible for letting Aaron Cortezescape.

Scum-eating-prongs!

Topping the list of assholes that I owed a visit to was the director of the FBI, who had assured Cameron that Cortez would remain behind bars. Since that had only lasted about twenty-four hours, I didn’t trust him and didn’t believe him. The entire incarceration system in America was a joke; but that was another story. It was my dream at the moment to walk into every district attorney’s office in the country to tell them all about their little corrupt system that allowed the chief head of a crime family to escape before he had even spent one night injail.

Well, that FBI director was simply an asshole. He didn’t listen to me when I tried to explain that Aaron Cortez would have someone break him out of jail, and I was right. But no! No one wanted to listen to the morphine-sedated woman screaming at the top of her lungs from a hospital bed that Cortez would eventually find me. They thought they were all smarter than hewas.

They were allwrong.

Chapter 2

Kate

“Of course,I know what day it is. In a few hours, this will be gone.” Igrinned.

Cameron playfully tapped the cast on my arm, coming in for a kiss, “There’s only one reason why I want these castsremoved.”

“Because you’rehorny.”

“Do you blameme?”

I kissed him once, then a second time. “No. What if I told you that I was just ashorny?”

He rewarded me with a longer kiss, but I couldn’t keep the seal because my mouth curved like a clown’s as I grinned from ear toear.

“Oh, my God! I can’t wait to get this thing off me.” I pulled away, flopping back down to the bed sideways. I yawned languorously, once again longing for the moment when I could lift my arm above my head, twist mid-section, and bend over to touch my toes with my fingertips as I stretched my spine. I’d never thought I’d feel this confined in a cast. Cameron slowly helped me to sit back up in the bed. My hair felt like a nest and definitely needed awash.

“Are we going to town to get it removed?” I asked, hoping that I’d finally get to leave the confines of the Madden family cabin. Don’t get me wrong, it was cozy and secluded — a nearly five-mile trek down the hill to the nearest village of twenty-five — but I had to get out. I wanted to see people, talk to people, watch the news, and definitely use my every last skill to find information on Aaron Cortez, even if it was in a small town of twenty-five. Gossip tended to travel far the quickest. I didn’t know how, but itdid.

I believe the proper term for a settlement that small was a hamlet. I’d read that in an encyclopedia stashed on the top shelf in the upstairs library. The reading had kept me occupied at the cabin the past month and a half. The library was lovely; very luxurious, in fact, and the more time I spent at the cabin in the middle of nowhere, the more I enjoyed the quietatmosphere.

“Actually, the doctor’s coming heretoday.”

“What? But why?” Igrumbled.

“Because it’s safer. But I promise to get your favorite cream-filled pastry from Mrs. Lockheart’s before the day isover.”

That did make me a little more excited. Not as excited as meeting the nice woman Cameron spoke about so fondly, but definitely overjoyed that he’d spoil me again with her pastries. “Thank you. And the apple strudel as well,please.”

“Apple strudel. Gotit.”

“And a jar ofpickles.”

He leaned his head to the side and gave me a questioning look. I shrugged it off. I knew it was an odd request, but I’d been having those a lot lately. Ever since I’d come off the hospital diet, I’d stuffed my mouth with the oddest of things. Everything except Cameron’s dick, that is. I mean, I wasn’t needy or anything — okay, maybe a little — but Cameron always found a way to take my mind off those needs. He’d pick fresh flowers from the forest or sit me in a comfortable armchair so that I could watch him bake a fresh batch of chocolate-chip cookies. The man seemed to know all the best ways to occupy my time. The lack of sex hadn’t bothered me, as Cameron had clearly told me that he wanted to wait until I had healed. To me, that meant right now. To him, it meant when the casts were removed – which wastoday.

Maybe today will be better than Christmasmorning?

My thighs quivered at the thought of him diving underneath the covers. His every touch and lingering kiss spread across my entire body would feel deliciously torturous. He’d fondle me and caress me until I was melting at his touch. Butterfly nerves tingled in my stomach. Was it right to want him this badly? Was it too fast? Was I evenready?

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