“She’s not available,” I tell him, my eyes moving to hers. She raises a bratty little brow, and I slip into the small space between the two. “You’re just not.” Her chin rises, going tough, little Cammie on me, but I see the softness she tries to hide. It bleeds from her every pore…but maybe it’s only for me to see. “Is that right?” she sasses, her voice strong, but there’s a thickness to it that isn’t usually there. Hope? “Yeah, baby,” I whisper, everyone else fading into the background as I step up to her, one hand cupping her neck, the other pressing on the small of her back to draw her
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