Page 11 of Cameron's Contract
“She gave it to me.” He glanced toward the bedroom. An unspoken threat he’d let his dog lose.
“I saw the scar you left on her neck.”
Though it was nothing compared to the one on her heart.
Decker’s face flushed with fury. “Bet Dr. Cole doesn’t want the press to find out she’s the daughter of a crack addict.”
“It’s over, Decker,” I said calmly.
“Fuck you. Get out.”
I stepped closer. “If either of you ever go near Ms. Lauren again, I will eviscerate you.”
“That’s disembowel,” said Shay. “He talks posh.”
Decker glanced toward the bedroom again.
“If you attempt to contact her, I will find you and I will end you.”
“Who the fuck are you?” he snapped.
“Your worst nightmare.”
“Are you…”
“I am.” I turned on my heel and left.
Breathing in the cool night air, I was grateful to leave that stench behind. Shay followed me out.
He patted his jacket. “Collar’s intact.”
“Thank you, Shay. Brilliantly executed.”
I hated the thought of them ever touching anything of mine.
“What about the dog?” I said halfway down the pathway, envisioning the animal let loose and taking a bite out of one of us.
“Tranquilizer.”
“Ingenious.”
“Have my moments.” He smiled. “He gobbled up the steak laced with the sedative.”
“You really do think of everything.”
“Dog protocol.” He pulled a face as he tapped his pocket. “My jacket’s going to need a dry-clean.”
“Throw it away. I’ll buy you another.”
“I like this one.”
“I’ll buy you the same one.”
“It has sentimental value.”
“I’ll buy you a boat then.”
“You just did.”
