To her astonishment, Cam took the chair beside hers, cut a bite of something on the plate, and speared it with a fork. He held the morsel up to her lips. “Start with this.” She scowled. “I’m perfectly capable of feeding mys—” The fork was pushed into her mouth. Amelia continued to glare at him as she chewed. When she swallowed, she could only manage a few words—“Give me that”—before he shoved another bite in. “If you’re going to do such a poor job taking care of yourself,” Cam informed her, “someone else will do it for you.”
