Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
5
KELLY
Things with Cam are, to put it lightly, amazing. Incredible. Just … wow.
I know I'm inexperienced when it comes to relationships, but being with him just feels right.
He's sweet, protective, and makes sure I'm always taken care of. After we made love on his couch, he cleaned me up in the shower and tucked me into his bed, curling up around me and whispering comforting things until I fell asleep. There was no awkwardness in the morning, either, just another home-cooked breakfast before he had to head off for work.
Over the past few weeks, we've settled into a sort of routine. Cam works three days a week, and on the days he doesn't, he comes over and helps me turn my fixer-upper into my dream home. Cam is like a one-man renovation team, painting and building and even installing new hardwood floors.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
But today is Friday, which means that I have a full day to myself. Cam is working until 4 PM, so I've decided to spend the day doing some much-needed shopping. I need a few things for the house and some new clothes. I figure it'll be a good way to kill a few hours while Cam is fixing planes or whatever it is he does.
I make it downtown and park in one of the many open spaces. The weather is beautiful today, and as I grab my purse and get out of my car, I can't help but smile. Life is good, and there's a pep in my step as I walk towards my destination.
As I walk, I can't help but remember what Cam said about keeping an eye out for anyone following me or looking at me funny. I'm pretty sure that's just his protective nature coming through, though. We haven't seen any sign of a stalker since the incident with the door.
There isn't much as far as big superstores go in Covington, but I'm learning to love the smaller, quieter businesses. I pick up a few cute matching workout sets for all the runs Cam has insisted I join him on—in no small part because of the secluded, wooded trails we've taken full, naughty advantage of—and add some lingerie on as a special surprise.
After that, I grab some things for dinner and enjoy the slow, sun-soaked afternoon as I stroll downtown on my way back to my car. Cam has proven to be the better cook out of the two of us, but I'm not far from catching up.
He's also proven to be possessive as hell, bordering on obsessive, but I sort of like it. Okay, I really like it, if I'm being honest with myself. Cam is quiet and well-respected in town, but if some man looks at me a little too long, a totally different part of him rises to the surface.
I like it. I like him, maybe even love him. I'm still trying to decide if it's just because this is all so new to me, but I don't think so. It feels way too real, too genuine for that.
I smile as I load the groceries into my car, waving at a few of the locals I've met through Cam and chit-chatting for a minute before heading home. I've still got a lot of time before Cam gets home, but there is always a project that needs to be done in the old Colonial. Right now, I'm working on sanding down and repainting the kitchen cabinet doors that Cam removed for me last week.
Once home, I grab my things and take them inside. I stop dead in my tracks when I enter, using the back door that opens right into the kitchen. Slowly setting my purchases down on the counter, I approach the beautiful bouquet. It's at least two dozen red roses—not my favorite, a little too cliche—but surprise flowers of any variety are lovely.
Smiling, I snap a picture of them and text it to Cam.
Me: Thanks for the flowers <3
He doesn't text back but calls in less than a second. His voice is tight, and I can hear the wind blowing against the phone speaker as if he's outside rushing somewhere. "Kelly, I didn't send those flowers."
"Oh," I say slowly. "Then who did?"
"Kelly, listen to me. I want you to leave your house right now. Get back in your car and go somewhere busy. Stay where there are lots of people around you."
I go cold all over, and my hands feel so numb I can barely hold the phone. "O-okay. Cam—"
"I'm calling the police as soon as I hang up, and I'm on my way. Just get out of the house."
"I'm leaving now," I whisper, tears burning my eyes.
"Good girl. I'll be there as fast as I can."
"Okay."
My hands shake as I grab my keys, but a feeling of total dread washes over me all at once. I can feel eyes on the back of my neck, and I know in my bones that if I turn around, someone is going to be standing right there in the dining room looking at me.