[This post is from Cameron’s point of view.]
“We’ve kept them waiting too long. We said we’d be back in a couple of weeks. It’s been more than a month. Someone has to go back.”
Neve frowned, leaning back against the wall, her legs dangling over the edge of their bed. “And you intend to volunteer to be the one to go? Do I get a vote in this because I feel like I should get a vote.”
Cameron turned, meeting her gaze. “You’re worried.”
“I’m always worried. So’s Marin. So are half the women in this bloody village. Can you blame any of us for that?”
“Of course not.” Cameron sat down next to her on the bed, his brows knitting. His wounds were mostly healed, now, and it had been mercifully quiet since the Hecate had snatched Matt from under their noses. There was a part of him that wondered if that was borrowed time, but he was glad to have had it either way. “Would you rather someone else go? Your brother? Thom? J.T.? Phelan? Because that’s the short list of people who know where we’d be going and the short list of people who actually talked to Lara.”
Neve closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh, her fingers questing for his. Cameron took her hand and squeezed.
“Why does it feel like it’s always you or Thom?” she asked softly.
Cameron sighed softly. “Because it usually is me or Thom. Somehow, he or I end up shouldering responsibilities like that. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s what we’re called to do.”
Neve stared at him for a long moment, then leaned against him, resting her head against his chest. Cameron wrapped his arm around her and hugged her tightly.
“I shouldn’t get so upset about it,” she murmured. “I knew what I was getting into when I fell for you. I should suck it up and deal with it, but it’s hard. I love you and I sure as hell worry when you’re away.”
“I think I’d be upset if you didn’t.” Cameron leaned down to kiss her gently. “Everything will be okay, though. I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Promise me something else, though?”
Cameron quirked a brow, looking down at her. “What is it?”
“Always talk to me about it first, before you decide to tell everyone you’re going to do something?”
He laughed and nodded. “Your wish is my command.”
