Chapter Seventeen
Elias
Cammi sat on a stool in her kitchen. She had a cute, maybe even charming, place. It was small, but felt spacious. The space was open with a view of what I presumed was the bay, although we couldn’t see a damned thing right now. Nothing but driving rain was visible outside the windows. There was an oval-shaped island separating the living room and kitchen. The living room had a couch and a loveseat that were facing each other with a pair of matching chairs, and a fireplace with the television mounted above it.
She’d insisted on starting a fire when we got here. I dried off as best I could, but my clothes were damp. She returned from what I presumed was her bedroom. She’d changed into a long sleeve T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her hair was drying in messy wave
