He brewed my favorite tea; Mountain Tea Song, a sweet mixture of green tea swirled with fragrant jasmine flowers, and handed it to me with a huge organic blueberry bran muffin, dripping with butter and honey. “Why so sweet?” I asked shyly, reaching for the muffin with a smile. “Oh, no reason,” he answered, grinning back at me. “I guess I just decided to man up, change my schedule, and look forward to a weekend away with my pretty Chérie.” I sure didn’t feel pretty. I criticized myself on a daily basis. But I gamely said, “Why, thank you. I look forward to it, too, and will try hard not to think about that stupid fundraiser.” I pursed my lips and made a sour face. “I heard the cats jump on you last night,” he said. “Why do you put up with that?” He gave a small chuckle. Hearing him, I was reminded of the disturbing fingers and whispering taunts that crept up my arm last night. I shuddered at the thought. “Cam?” I brushed my fingers along his strong arms, delicately tracing the golden hairs.
