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“If she’s your fiancée—” He laughs. “Then why was I the one kissing her on your wedding day? And fucking her on your wedding night?”
I grit my teeth. What an asshole. Blood rushes through my ears with a mix of embarrassment and fury.
I hear a thud. Then a grunt. More thuds. Another. I open the door and can’t move. I’ve never watched a fight outsideof hockey. Never up close, bare-fisted, and no gear on.
It’s not a movie, it’s happening in front of me. It’s ugly and gritty and...I like it.It’s satisfying to see Bryan’s body get pummeled, taking hit after hit. I enjoy watching Camden throw his fists into the man that put his hands on me.
“Go fuck yourself.” Bryan grunts.
Camden straddles his chest and throws a fist into his jaw, spraying blood across his pastel polo. I slap my hand over my mouth. I’ve never seen violence like this up close, but it’s terrifying to think how close I came to being attacked by Bryan.
“Why would I when I have your ex-fiancée to do it for me?” Cam says through gritted teeth. I nearly gasp.
“Cam, stop!”
“Hey, Sunshine...” He swings, Bryan blocks it, and he throws another, this time it connects. His voice is calm but winded as he wrestles with Bryan. He holds Bryan’s arms to the side and looks up at me. “Can you please stir the sauce on the stove, baby? I don’t want it to burn.” He’s clearly the stronger opponent.
I blink and step back as I process his request. He’s like a cat playing with his prey, keeping Bryan in place so he can bat him around—for amusement. It’s as if everything is happening in slow motion but too fast at the same time. Something is wrong with me, because watching him use his strength to hurt the man who hurt me, makes me wetter than ever.
Chicken Salad barks at the window, and it makes me jump. I slowly retreat inside to make the extra noise stop.What am I supposed to do, wait for him to kill Bryan?I walk back to the kitchen and pace. I don’t want to call the police because it’s obvious who is taking the harder hits. Shit, this could ruin his career. I hurry out of the kitchen; I’ll pull him off Bryan myself if I have to. Before I can get there, the frontdoor opens and slams shut.
Cam stomps through the foyer and over to the kitchen sink, I can’t tear my eyes away from the blood on his hands. His knuckles are cut and swelling. I run outside, half expecting to see Bryan’s lifeless body on the lawn, but he’s nowhere in sight. I check the driveway to make sure his car is gone, and on my way back in, I notice something on the ground.A tooth.
What an idiot! I can’t believe he would be so reckless, it makes me want to punch him too!I pick it up and run back inside.
“You lost a tooth?!”
He laughs, looks back at me from the sink and runs his tongue over his teeth. Cam smiles at me, blood stains the corner of his mouth where his lip is split. “I didn’t lose a tooth.” He shrugs. “Bryan must have forgotten it here. Remind me to mail it to him.”
“Are you okay?”
He turns off the water and inspects his hands. “Fine. Nothing broken. Did you stir the marinara?”
“Who cares about the goddamn sauce, Camden! The cops are probably going to be here any minute, but yeah, let’s worry about fucking spaghetti sauce.”How can he act so cavalier?
“It’s marinara, it’s different. And no, they aren’t. Calm down.” He grabs the wooden spoon and stirs, the sauce hisses as he tries to scrape the charred tomatoes off the bottom of the pan. Cam turns off the stove burner. “It’s okay, I think we can salvage it.”
My jaw drops. I’m nearly shaking with an equal combination of worry and anger.
“Has anyone ever told you tocalm downbefore?”
He smirks. “Only at every game I’ve ever played.”
“Then you know it has the opposite effect! Why don’t you think the cops are on their way to arrest you for battery?”
“You filed a report for stalking the other night, remember? They’re going to be watching him. The temporary protective order is in place. He’s not going to risk saying he came back here. And if he’s dumb enough to do that, I’ve got him on camera typing on the gate keypad. They can’t tell that I opened the gate for him. On video it looks like he was breaking in. He threw the first punch, I was defending myself.”
“You baited him.”
“Maybe a little.”
“And what if he still presses charges?”
“Let him.”
“You’re being reckless!”
This time when he spins around, all his anger rises to the surface. “No! Whathedid was reckless!” he booms.
