Page 89 of Hot Damn
My gaze moves to Ray and I have to put a second hand on the floor to keep my balance. When I look back at Beckett his gaze is trained on me, his face distorted by a frown.
“Cam?”
“Yeah… I’m okay. Someone. Outside.” Another wave of dizziness makes my head so fuzzy my thoughts scatter, and it takes me a minute to get the rest of my words out. “Apparently put something in my bag.”
“Apparently?”
I nod but stop when the dizzy sensation makes everything spin and my stomach roll. “I didn’t…” Why can’t I think straight? “Camera. Caught.”
“You caught it on camera?”
Looking back at the things scattered on the floor I murmur, “No,” because I’m not sure what we’re talking about anymore and I can’t find my phone…
“The incident was caught by arena security?” I don’t think Beckett is talking to me anymore but I try to focus on him anyway even though it’s proving really hard to tip my head up. “You know who it was?”
“Yes. We’re searching for him now.”
Ray’s voice is more growl than words and it takes all my effort to lift my head to look at the Rogues’ head of security.
When my skull proves too heavy for my neck, I let gravity lower my head, my blurry eyes meeting Beckett’s on the way. He’s looking at me funny but my brain isn’t working right and I can’t find words or summon a smile. It’s all I can do to stay upright.
I try to shake my head to clear it, except the motion is slow and only makes the dizzy sensation worse.
My head grows heavier and my vision starts to sparkle, blacken around the edges, sounds muffling like I’m submerged under water…
Closing my eyes, the last thing I hear is Beckett’s panicked voice.
“Cam!”
Beckett
“Cam!”
I manage to get my hands on Cami’s shoulders just in time to stop her from face planting on the floor. With a hard yank, I pull her to me and topple back onto my ass. Looking down I see the woman in my lap is out cold.
“What the fuck?”
There’s activity around me but all I can do is shift until Cami is across my lap, cradled in my arms against my chest. Happy she’s comfortable, I look up.
“What the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know. Someone is getting the team doctor now.” Ray Denim crouches beside me. “Can you see anywhere she’s hurt? The shove was hard enough to make her stumble?—”
“What shove? Where?”
“He shoved her forward when he dropped something in her bag.”
“How did he shove her? Where was the contact? Shoulder to shoulder? Hand on shoulder?”
“Can’t tell from the footage but it was from behind.”
“So he pushed her in the back?”
“It had to be her right side.” Cami’s father moves in front ofus. “I was on her left and when she pitched forward, it was across me. Can you lean her toward me, maybe we can see something to indicate why she’s out?”
“Could she have just fainted?” Whit asks.
Glancing up I find my daughter staring down at me, worry creasing her brow. “I don’t know, she was fine, seemed a little distracted maybe, but then she just went out.”
