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away! That’s what you’re best— ” Larry growled as Cameron disappeared behind him.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Victoria felt her chest tighten as though she was being chased by something both wild and horrible .
    “Don’t worry ‘bout him.” Larry slugged back the bottom of another Bud. Waving his free hand over his shoulder dismissing Cameron as he stomped through the swinging door to the kitchen.
    “Did you get that photography show you wanted?” Asher asked trying to change the subject to something resembling a normal conversation.
    Victoria looked into Asher’s soft blue eyes and wondered how he came to be so sweet and kind raised by wolves.
    “Um, still working on it.” Victoria took a drink of her water.
    Her other hand twisted around the end of her long copper colored hair. A habit she had when she felt the frustration building. She didn’t want anyone to know about the gallery that called.
    “They said I needed more of a portfolio and show history.”
    “Your pictures are great. Fuck them. If they can’t see it, then they aren’t worth your time. You’re wicked talented Vic. It will happen, you’ll see.”
    “Thanks, Ash.” She gave him a friendly pump on the shoulder with her fist. He was her biggest fan and the vice grip on her chest softened by one gear.
    Victoria pushed her chair back and reached down to gather the dishes, her plate still full. Asher seemed to be the only one able to consume the beautiful early Thanksgiving dinner she’d managed to put on the table.
    “You done Dad?” Victoria’s soft voice made Larry’s lips turn upward in something resembling a smile.
    “Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. My stomach, you know, damn ulcers. Just wrap it up, will ya? I’ll eat it later.”
    “Sure.” She patted him on the shoulder, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at the man that was a shadow of what he could have been.
    Victoria felt the knots in her stomach tighten like they were being pulled by a draft horse. She knew he was on the other side of that door somewhere, and it took the will of Solomon to push it open and brace herself for what was coming.
    The stack of mis-matched plates seemed so heavy as she pushed on the wooden door, the swinging hinges squeaking as she edged her way into the snake pit.
    She felt like a rope noosed around her throat, cutting off her air as she turned through the door, bracing herself for Cameron’s death stare. Instead, there was only silence and emptiness.
    The worn seafoam green wooden cabinets chipping with too many layers of paint, lined two walls of the small bungalow kitchen. The soft hum of the Frigidaire was the only noise besides the throbbing of her heart and the clink of the dishes as she set them down on the counter.
    “Cam?”
    It was the kind of whisper that you hoped wouldn’t be answered. He couldn’t be far. His name hung in the air like a bubble, any moment ready to pop and disappear like it never existed.
    A dark movement caught her peripheral vision through the curtain that covered the back door of the kitchen. A flash of Cam’s faded blue hoodie moving on the back porch as he paced like a caged wolverine.
    His massive form looked even larger as the afternoon light dappled through the leafless branches on the ancient oak trees that surrounded the house.
    The cut of his jaw stood clenched, the set of his forehead showing the deep wounds from years in the ring. His features were no longer exactly symmetrical, yet the irregular angles and chiseled lines combined into a stew of dead sexy that left most women without any reasonable way to resist him.
    Victoria could feel his energy. Even through the wall, it was like a conduit of hot wires connected them and she felt the heat rise from her core outward, like a child with a high fever.
    She was suddenly 16 years old again, watching the same clenched jaw, the way he drew his brow together, the flames in his eyes as he stood over Colton as the boy begged for his