27
HARPER
“We can’t just sit up here and eat hummus and crackers,” I said, pointing at the plate of snacks Emory had sat on the counter. How she could calmly make something healthy to eat while my man—and hers—were downstairs having a chat with Cam was beyond me.
She turned from the fridge where she was filling a glass with ice, offered me a small smile. “Reed wants you safe. He cares for you.”
I knew that. He’d said the L word. Him. Reed, the big, brawny fighter loved me. Butterflies filled my stomach like a thirteen-year-old girl having her first crush. Then it switched to dread. Panic.
“I need to know this is done,” I replied, hugging myself. “I can’t… I can’t wonder if Cam’s ever going to bother me again.”
Emory c****d her head, offered me a small smile. “I have no idea what Gray
