And every day he dropped her at the gym and watched her disappear behind that green door surrounded by the crumbling brick, the only thing he could think of was how many hours he needed to wait until she was back in the fold. Greedy bastard. Yep, both of us ol’ boy, when it comes to this one, there’s never enough. Another morning and Cameron went through their checklist — much to her annoyance. “Cell phone? Charged?” “YES. YES. Honestly —” “What do you do if ANYTHING starts to go one mouse turd sideways? And, if you leave to go fucking anywhere, what do you do?” “Call you, text you, or get my ass in my car and back to your house. I do take the bank deposit today, is that okay??” He ignored her snarky tone. “Our house. And, yes, fine, go to the bank.” He found it unnecessary to talk about moving in together, Cameron didn’t need the grief. He just kept stopping by her place and grabbing stuff every day between training and picking her up at work. What he couldn’t fit in his car, he hired some guys to put in the back of their truck and cart it over.
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