ANNIE
Kam’s new bed arrived while we were in the pool. The thing was amazing and fully automatic. With a push of a button, he could sit up, raise his feet, lower or raise the whole bed, raise and lower the railings, and it had a grab-bar over the frame. Not to mention that the thing was Cal-king huge. Mario and the staff had it all set up and ready after we finished dinner.
I could tell Kameron was tired, even though he wouldn’t admit it. His arms were trembling when he transferred, and his legs were jumpy. He arranged himself on the bed and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Could I beg you for one of those massages?”
I gave him a playful smile, “Begging? Kameron St. Pierre is going to beg me?”
“Alright, maybe not beg, but I’ll ask really, really nicely?”
I grabbed some lotion a
