After the cold and rainy weather in Seattle, he was glad to be home. It had taken forever to get clear of the airport after having to wait an eternity in baggage claim, giving Cam good reason to be edgier than usual. The project he’d just wrapped up had gone well and though he’d been working with a bunch of smart people who knew what they were doing, he’d still been unusually short-tempered and touchy. Tossing his gear into the back of the truck cab with more force than necessary brought him up short. Getting a grip was priority number one now that he was home. There was no use in trying to compartmentalize what was causing his tension. He’d thought of nothing else but Lacey since the second he’d left her bed and ran away. Some war hero, he snorted into the silence. Surviving the battlefield didn’t hold a candle to keeping his damn shit together in the face of some freckles and a sexy backside. Why did he keep running? Why was it so hard to turn off his emotions where she was concerned?
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