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That would explain her hostility.
"Nah."
I don't analyze the way my shoulders relax as relief floods through me.
"She did blow me once, though."
"Ugh." Of course she did. "I knew it. She totally hated that you had a woman with you."
"She did." Camden grins, dropping his lips to my forehead.
He's doing that way too often, and far too casually now. I should probably say something about it. "And you hate that she got to taste my cock, don't you, princess?"
I elbow him in the ribs, hoping he doesn't return the favor. "I don't care where you shove your cock."
"Ha! I'll remind you of that specific claim later."
He's incorrigible.
Camden takes us to an office that looks like it belongs to a Disney princess, and the woman behind the glass desk would have made a terrific villain.
"Camden!" She exclaims, jumping to her feet.
She rushes forward, arms wide open.
She rocks a full-on Morticia Addams black dress, following her every curve. She has the body of a goddess, and keeps her hair silver. Unlike her receptionist, I doubt she messes with her face, choosing to age gracefully instead.
Camden hugs her back, though fleetingly.
"And who's this wondrous beauty?" she coos.
I don't even catch a hint of irony, which is wild.
"Valentina, this is Morgan. Morgan, my grandmother, Valentina Hunt."
Hisgrandmother?
Jesus, they have good genes. I would have guessed that she was in her early fifties at most.And she might be, I think, recalling Adrian Hunt. Maybe the Hunts all get knocked up ridiculously early.
"Morgan. Even her name is perfection." Never letting go of Camden, she tilts my chin up. "And those eyes!" She glares at Camden. "Don't mess this up. I want great-grandchildren while I'm still able to run around after them, you hear?"
Kill me now.
"I'll do my best," Camden declares, completing my mortification. "In the meantime, I told you Morgan needs a new wardrobe—everything from top to bottom. I burned her house down."
I cough, choking on nothing other than shock he'd admit as much to his freakinggrandmother.
She sighs. "My boys. I'd say they got it from husband number two, but I have burned down a thing or two in my time."
Valentina takes my hand and leads me to her desk. I wince as she moves faster than I would have like.
Immediately, her eyes narrow—on Camden, not me. "Cam."
Oh. She thinks he hurt me. And by the looks of it, she's pissed about it.
He holds both hands up."I didn't hurt her. And I took care of the one who did."
I don't miss the darker edge to his words, nor their meaning. Hetook careof it? Like, did he have the thugs arrested or something?
