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She was a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing, and Cam was the house made out of straw. And if he ended up blown down to a pile of debris, he'd have no one to blame but himself.
He was normally so damn stoic. Controlled. But Lydia made him feel wild and carefree in a way he hadn’t felt in years. In a way he hadn’t felt since Hannah.
Who needed a damn county fair and The Sidewinder? Being around these kids was enough of an emotional roller coaster as it was.
Cam hated to see any woman cry, but there was something even more potent about seeing Lydia this way. She appeared so strong most of the time. It was like seeing little cracks in her veneer. No, not cracks. That implied it was bad, or broken.
I thought I knew what love was when I met my wife, but it was nothing compared to the love I have for Maddie. I didn’t know what unconditional love was until she came into our lives.”
Whatever this chemistry was that he had with Lydia was real. It was palpable. And it was scary as hell. Because it didn't matter if his brain was ready to move on... his body sure as hell was.
This family… this town… and this little girl had irrevocably changed her. She just wasn’t sure if it was for the better yet.
“Lydia, I’m not going to walk away from something good between us just because of some arbitrary comment I made about maybe wanting more kids someday.” He paused, cupping her jaw tenderly. “I’d rather have you.”
But most of all he regretted the fact that he didn’t actually regret her at all. And that made it so much harder to walk away.
Sometime in the last week, she’d fallen in love. And not just with Cam, but with Maddie, too.
sometimes I think you've got more ass in your personality than in your pants.”
