Chapter 8
“You’ve barely said two words to me, Naomi,” Cameron said. “I think you’re taking this silent treatment a little far and to a level that isn’t flattering.”
She couldn’t remember feeling this kind of strain with Cameron, to the point her back ached from how stiffly she sat in the passenger side, deep in the black leather, as he drove his Mercedes down the highway, taking them closer to her parents’ place, a huge property outside Kaycee, where everyone would be waiting. She stared straight out the windshield, keeping the shades she’d shoved on the moment she stepped out of the house firmly in place so he couldn’t get a good look in her eyes. Yeah, she was hiding!
“What do you want me to say, Cameron?” She couldn’t believe how cool her tone was, but it was better than the snarl s
