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BROOKLYN
The next morning, I woke up early with Camden by my side. Mason strolled in around three in the morning, and not surprisingly, the door to the spare bedroom was shut when I walked past. I wondered if he found anything out after Camden and I left.
Yawning, I padded to the kitchen and started up a pot of coffee. Camden and I didn’t get much sleep once we’d gotten inside; I needed something to wake me up. If we weren’t talking, we were making love. Blake was never like that. I never thought a hard core fighter like Camden could actually be so gentle. From what I heard, no one had ever seen that side to him.
“What are you thinking about?”
Smiling, I grabbed two coffee cups and set them on the counter. “You,” I replied.
Camden put his arms around my waist and kissed the side o
