Coming home after midnight for the last week weighs on me more than I want to admit. Opening the front door of our house, it's quiet except for two low voices coming from my kitchen. After setting my purse and keys on the table inside the door, I head that way and find Cami and Ironhide at the kitchen table. She smiles at him like he's the best thing in the world, and even though I won't say anything, I think it's cute. Cami is only nineteen, and Ironhide is twice her age, but I've never been one of those people who think age matters much. As long as both people are consenting adults, the heart wants what it wants.
That mentality explains why the side of my face is throbbing, and I'm not mad about it. Finn has been through hell, which is something I can understand. My heart knows he'd
