Page 74 of Chasing Wildflowers
“What if he lies to me again?” I ask, sitting up, doubt refusing to loosen its grip. “What if there’s something else down the line he doesn’t tell me?”
Kam throws the covers off with a dramatic groan and sits up beside me. “What if he doesn’t, Lane? What if he keeps showing up, keeps choosing you? That man would set the world on fire just to keep you warm.” Her voice softens. “Now stop punishing Princess Peach and go get your man.”
I hesitate for only a second before throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed, my feet carrying me to the door.
“There’s a robe hanging in the closet. Wear it, and only it,” she mumbles, before lying down and pulling the covers back over her head.
I pause, glancing at the closet door. Fuck it.
I couldn’t stay away, not when he loves with the kind of all-consuming fierceness I never thought I’d find. I know without a doubt I can trust him. Not only with my body, but with my heart as well.
Jameson stirs behind me, arms tightening, pulling me closer. “Mmm…I’ve missed waking up with you in my arms,” he murmurs against my hair.
My lips tip at the corners, voice teasing. “It’s been barely forty-eight hours.”
He rolls, pinning me beneath him. He settles between my thighs, his length hot and heavy between us. “Forty-eight hours is far too long to go without knowing if you were mine.”
“I’m yours. I was always yours,” I whisper, pulling him into a kiss.
He rolls his hips, his hard length grinding against my center. “Is this mine too?”
Just as I open my mouth to answer, raised voices echo from downstairs; Kam and Miles. What the hell?
I sigh, my head falling back against the pillow. “We should probably go see what’s going on down there.”
“No,” he groans, burying his face in my neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “I’m not ready to share you yet.”
I laugh softly. “Have you met Kam? Miles might be in danger right now.”
He trails kisses up my neck. “Fuck Miles.”
The loud, sharp shriek of the smoke detector splits the air. Seriously, what the hell is happening down there?
Jameson curses under his breath and rolls off me. “He’s gonna pay for this.”
He stalks to his dresser and yanks open a few drawers, pulling out items of clothing. He hands me a pair of boxers and one of his t-shirts before putting on his own clothing; gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I have to roll the boxers several times, and the t-shirt falls to the middle of my thigh, but it works.
His fingers thread through mine, the feeling familiar and comforting, as we slip from the room to see what sort of chaos awaits us downstairs.
My jaw drops when we walk into the kitchen and I see the disaster before me. It looks like a food bomb went off.
My eyes slowly scan the room. Pancake batter is smeared across the counter, dripping off the edge onto the tile. The stove is covered in a slimy mess of eggs and bacon grease. Smoke rises from a blackened piece of toast still sitting in the toaster.
“What happened?” I shout over the still blaring alarm.
Kam sets a plate of fluffy pancakes on the table, with a soft thud. “I’m making breakfast.”
Miles fans the last of the smoke away with a dish towel, the loud alarm finally stopping. He tosses the towel on the counter and folds his arms. “More like you are being a tiny tornado of destruction. Mama C is going to lose her mind when she sees this mess," he grits out, his eyes following Kam as she crosses to the stove.
She rolls her eyes, transferring steaming bacon onto a paper-towel-lined plate. “Oh my god, Miles. Chill out. Mama C loves me and knew I was making breakfast. I had every intention of cleaning up after we ate.”
She turns, her lips curving into a sweet smile. “But then you said you and Jameson would clean up since I went through all the trouble of making us this beautiful breakfast.”
Kam is the sweetest person you will ever meet; but don’t fuck with her because she doesn’t take it and she will get even in the most graceful way possible.
When she caught her fiancé cheating, she didn’t cry. Nope, not Kam. She calmly called the agency she booked the wedding planner through and told them what their employee had done. Then she called her fiancé’s parents and told them what their son had done. Lastly, shecalled the wedding planner'shusbandand told him what his wife had done.
It was the perfect revenge, and the right thing to do. One hundred percent Kam.
