Isabella felt warm lips pressing against her cheek rousing her from her sleep. “Cam,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.
“Glad to hear my name on your lips when you wake up.” He chuckled as he brushed hair off her forehead.
“What time is it?”
“Just after five.”
She sat up, “Where’s Casper?” she felt a moment of panic as her eyes scanned the room for her dog.
“Gideon is walking him. The guys are all in the window downstairs watching. It’s quite funny.”
She nodded quietly.
“I hear you made friends with Portia.” His sarcasm was not lost.
“I told her some truths she didn’t want to hear.” She had zero regrets.
“I keep things from her for a reason.”
“There are things you shouldn’t shelter her from Torres. She’s a grown woman.”
“It’s Cam, especially when you’re in my bed and sh
