Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"You're asking me to let you go to jail," I say, frowning at her.
"No, I'm not." She shakes her head, disagreeing. "I'm asking you to find a way to keep me out of jail that doesn't go against who you are as a person and as a cop. If being free means destroying you, I'd rather go to jail, Cam."
She means it. I see the truth blazing in her eyes. As scared as if she is about going to jail, she'd rather go than risk my career. Part of me knew that already—it is why she ran, after all—but seeing the determination in her gaze is something else entirely. She's just as caught in this as I am. She feels me as deeply as I do her.
"When this is all over," I growl, pulling her down for a kiss, "I'm going to find a way to convince you to marry me."
"Cam―"
"Be ready, kitten. You're going to be mine."
Chapter Thirteen
Ivy
"Oh my god," Erin squeals into the phone. "It feels like it's been forever since I talked to you!"
"It has been forever," I respond, wandering around Cam's hotel room, waiting for him to return from the police station where he's turning over the song that pretty much seals my fate. In a day or two, maybe more, I'll be arrested and charged with Rory's death. The thought is overwhelmingly terrifying, but I don't regret convincing Cam to turn in the song. I won't take him down with me, no matter what.
His promise echoes in my mind.
Be ready, kitten. You're going to be mine.
I'm fairly sure he meant every word, and I have no idea how I feel about that.
Excited.
Nervous.
Breathless.
On fire.
I want to belong to him.
"I think I'm in love," I blurt to Erin. It's terrifying and beautiful and confusing all at once. The rational part of my brain screams that I barely know him. Every other part of me though? Well, those parts aren't as rational. They're fully on board with spending a lifetime with Cam.
What is he doing to me?
"What?" Erin screams.
I cringe and hold the phone away from my ear.
"Who are you in love with? What the fuck have I missed? Oh my god, is it Gleeson? Hello? Why aren't you saying anything?" she shouts in rapid succession. "Are you sleeping with him? Holy shit, Ivy! When did this happen?"
"It's not Bryan," I say softly. "His name is Cameron. Cam."
"The cop? The one who called you about that boy?"
"Yeah."
"He's totally fuckable, isn't he? You lucky bitch."
"He's the guy from Mitch's," I mumble, running my fingertip along the top of the television. When I pull it back, not a single spot of dust clings to my skin. "The one who kept staring at me."
"Tall, Dark, and Fuckable?" she asks, her voice still an octave or two higher than usual. "Holy flaming fuck, Ivy. That man is gorgeous."
"I know." God, do I ever know. All he has to do is smirk at me and I'm a puddle on the floor, ready to do his bidding. That dimple and those eyes combined with that voice, those tattoos, and that body should be illegal.
"Tell me about him," Erin says, and I can just imagine her bouncing on the balls of her feet like she does when she's excited.
"He's…" I don't even know where to start. "He's amazing, Erin. Bossy as hell, but super sweet. He listens to me and remembers what I say. He has this voice that makes me crazy, and his eyes are so expressive. And the sex? Oh my god," I blurt, unable to stop myself from gushing about him.
"You gave it up to him?" Erin squeals.
"I did," I whisper.
"Holy shit."
"What am I supposed to do?" I groan, flopping down on the bed.
"Fuck him as often as humanly possible and stop asking questions, duh!" she says, laughing.
"I wish it were that easy."
She sobers, her laughter fading. "You're really in love with him?"
"I am." I pause, letting her absorb this revelation…trying to let myself absorb it. "It's too soon, right? I'm crazy and this is never going to work and I'm just being ridiculous, right?"
She doesn't say anything for a moment and then, "There isn't a timeline for falling in love. If he's right for you, he's right for you, whether you've known him for five minutes or five years."
I blink, caught off guard by how mature she sounds all of the sudden. It's disconcerting coming from the woman who never takes anything seriously. And that has the truth pouring from my lips. "I'm so scared, Erin," I whisper, clutching the phone tightly and blinking away tears. "What if I screw his life up? What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if―?"
"What do you mean, screw his life up? Are you kidding me right now? You're one of the best people I have ever met. There is no way you could ever screw his life up. And if he doesn't feel the same way, he's the crazy one, not you."