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Camdyn
Ituck the blunt behind my ear and grit my teeth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m a straight shooter—most of the time. Willow honored me with her greatest gift. Just watching her mom waste away in a hospital bed, I feel like an undeserving motherfucker.
Those assholes are dead. Though I believed JT that nobody else was involved, guilt continues to gnaw at me. At the slap to the driver's side window, my narrowed eyes turn slowly.
I open the door and get out.
Courtney’s tied down with two navy duffels and a bag of Jimmy John's sandwiches.
“As requested,” she monotones, “groceries, warmer clothing. Turkey and avocado—”
“And extra—”
“Avocado,” she assures. “I have to reinstall a few programs into my computer this weekend . . .”
As she prattles, I glance over at a dark-skinned dude, favoring a crutch, who enters Orange Blossom.
“Court, go home and work on your programs.” I pat her shoulder and start onto the curb. I go inside. As suspected, a nurse holds the door to Mrs. Greene’s room for the dude who resembles Willow. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I’m tempted to light up.
I post against the wall, right outside, and unbutton the collar of my DuPont linen shirt. “Smoke a blunt, relax,” my body seems to say. But I can’t smoke here. Across from me, is the nurses’ station. A female nurse offers a flirtatious smile. Anxious, I undo another few buttons at my neck and then unfasten my sleeves, shoving the material up my forearms. Seconds later, I’m pushing off the wall. If I just saw Willow’s dad, maybe they’ve buried the hatchet? I’ll go outside and smoke.
Willow screeches, “Get out now!”
Fuck it. I open the door.
“I’m still your father—”
“You almost murdered my momma!”
“Lo,” I cut in, hoping to defuse the situation.
Mr. Greene’s dark eyes pierce me, gazing over my forearm ink, neck ink, then he zeros in on me.
“Let’s go, Cam.” Before Willow squeezes beneath my arm, I jut out a hand. “Camdyn MacKenzie, sir.”
Glaring at my outstretched greeting, Mr. Greene snarls. “We might have family problems, but I’ll be damned if my daughter’s going anywhere with you.”
I stuff my hand into the pocket of my slacks. “I’ll let the two of you talk.” Before I stab you in the throat.
“No. We’re leaving.” Willow sweeps out of the room. “He can keep an eye on my mom for once.”
“Apparently, I should’ve supervised you better, girl.” He leans on a crutch, following after us.
Beneath my breath, I growl to Willow, “Talk to him.”
“Get back here, Willow!”
Her voice cracks with emotion. “I will ghost the both of your asses.”
I snake an arm around her. With an edge in my tone, I reply, “Run. I won’t censor myself for your dad.”
She chuckles as we walk through the entrance. “Nothing about you is a whisper, Cam.”
I open the door to the Silverado. Willow scoots inside. Just as her dad exits, his crutch snags on a rug. “Wait!”
I suck on air. I may have been a dick to Willow all this time, but I know the value of my clan. I turn back to help him. “I’ll talk to her, sir. Maybe she’ll call you after calming down.”
