Chapter 12
I woke with tears streaming down my face, and I had to breathe though my mouth because my nose was clogged.
I dashed a hand over my eyes and inhaled noisily.
“For God’s sake, use a tissue!” Stirling Halliwell, Cameron’s father, snapped. He stood at my bedside, his spine like a ramrod and a glower of disapproval darkening his face. He’d never struck me as so unpleasant.
Of course he’s got a reason to be infuriated, and it’s called you having s*x with his son.
“If you wouldn’t mind passing me the box, sir?”
He folded his lips into a tight line and did so.
“Thank you.” I pulled out a handful of Kleenex, dried my eyes, and blew my nose. “I have to say I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I’ll get right down to brass tacks, young man. I want you out of Johannesburg. I want you ou
