AMELIA
"Hey, what's that about?" As I reach the hall to the staircase, Cam's voice comes up, and I feel a grasp around my arm.
"You are asking me that? Really, Cam?" I mock and pull my arm out of his hold. "Honey, I do not like that look on you. Come, I've made breakfast. Eat, and I will check the injuries; it needs attention." I mimic Mom speaking to him.
His worried frown fades and a smile seizes his countenance instead. "You are worried your mother likes me?"
Oh, goodness, he just doesn't get it. I look away, blowing out a small infuriating breath.
"She's a good woman; I just admire her, Princess. But I will never steal her completely from you."
Is he dumb? "You think this is what it's about?" I almost yell, but there is no way Mom can find out about what happened between us. I am
