“It’s just me out here,” he said. “The bar’s cleared out.” I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood. “I’m here, Cam.” For some reason, I reached up and unlocked the door—the click was unmistakable. “I’m going to open the door, okay?” he said, and I scooted away from it. When the door opened, my eyes found his without even trying. Dusty Tucker.
