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He jerks the crutch, glaring at me. “You stay away from my daughter.”
Teeth grinding together, I toss up my hands. Let me be honest, Willow’s my addiction, sir. C’mon, Cam, you just promised not to be an asshole to her mom. Holding my tongue, I trek around to the driver's side. Seconds later, I’m pulling away when Mr. Greene pops the passenger window, same as Brody had about an hour ago.
“How dare you,” Willow snaps.
Voice steely, I advise, “Need a moment? I suggest you take it now.”
Willow leans toward me, puckers her lips, and gives an exaggerated, “Nope. Drop me off at home.”
“Alright, my home in Big Bear.”
Riled, I race around cars, honking and turning into the first gas station I see.
Slender fingers clutched under her lap, Willow complains, “You weren’t on my side.”
With a roll of my eyes, I get out and snatch the wallet from the back of my slacks.
Willow climbs into the driver seat. “You’re supposed to be on my team. asshole.”
“You’re acting like a fecking wean.”
“What?”
“A wee fecker. A little ass kid!” I jam the nozzle into the tank. There I go again. So mad, I’m full-on Scottish.
* * *
Traffic was a beast. It was another hour climbing the windy ass hill with the fog lights on through the dark. Now, I’m parked outside the garage of the lake house. I turn down the volume of the music while my tense girl and I sit straight-backed, looking forward.
I grumble, “You still angry?”
Willow heaves an audible sigh. “Hello, my side. That’s all I ask for, Cam. God forbid I go against you.”
“He’s your father.” Jaw tight, my gaze snaps to her. “I’ll die for my clan if you haven’t noticed.”
She blinks. “Can we get out now?”
I pull the blunt from behind my ear, saying, “You have two choices, Willow.”
“Oh, Willow? Fuck you, Willow. I hate you, Willow.”
“Light up, calm the fuck down. Or,” I gesture to my dick, “jump on and calm the. Fuck. Down. The second I let you in that house, I will light your entire ass up if I have to correct your attitude. You got that?”
“No, thank you. Keep your weed.” She drops the sarcasm. “My father thinks you’re a rich, drugged-out, no-consequences having asshole. I’m positive Hillary relayed that sentiment.”
“I’m not rich, Lo. Now, which one.” I take a long hit. Smoke fades before me as I tell her, “C’mere.”
“I’m in my only pair of jeans.”
I quickly mention Courtney’s arrival.
A smile brightens Willow’s face, and her tone softens. “Food too? You thought of everything.”
“Yup. I gotta take care of you, Lo.”
“Oh, Cam . . .” Her gorgeous face falls into a pout.
“Don’t ‘Oh, Cam’ me in that sexy ass voice. You still got two fucking choices.”
