Cam
I guess I should have attempted to cover up the black eye.
Aspen probably would have helped me with it if I asked, and as a bonus, it would have meant getting a little extra time with her. All that sounds great and all, only… wearing makeup?
I might be in touch with my musical side, and even my feminine side to some degree, but I am still a quarterback, after all.
Anyway, it’s clear from the way Blue’s looking at me that he’s about to “intervention” me—not that any of this is really within my control the way it might be for an addict or an alcoholic.
“Cam,” he begins, clearing his throat. “How did you get that black eye and busted lip?”
I glance heavily at Aspen before speaking. Her pretty, blue eyes are filled with sympathy, but if I can read them correctly, they’re also sugges
