Camden surprises his woman while sleeping, "someone is spooning me. Someone warm and hard. There’s a large, muscular arm tossed across my middle covered in a sleeve full of familiar looking tats. “I’m home,” Camden rumbles by my ear." It's obvious Camden doesn't take any chances where his woman is concerned:
As we climb the steps I notice a bulge under the back of Camden’s shirt. “What’s that?”
“My piece.”
“You brought a gun to my father’s house?”
I really liked this book, amd ****ole Camden.
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