Page 78 of Please Open Me
“Don’t remind me,” I pleaded, though it sounded more like a whine.
He leaned a little closer before patting my stomach, “I’m startin’ to wonder if there’s two in there.”
My head snapped up as I gasped.
“Don’t you dare say that,” I hissed.
He chuckled. “I’m just pickin’ on you, it’s nice to see you’re getting some energy back. You’ve been kinda dead to the world these last few weeks.”
I didn’t argue, mostly because I couldn’t. And, I was sure in a few hours, I’d go back to being dead to the world.
“Here, you go lay down. I’ll cut you up an apple and bring you breakfast in bed.” He started guiding me to the bed.
But I didn’t want to lie down.
“No,” I grabbed his wrist before he could nudge me down.
“No?” Cameron arched a brow.
“I’m pregnant, not disabled.” I dropped his wrist. “Plus, I’m barely pregnant. I can help.”
Cameron parted his lips as if to argue, but the words died the second we heard the front door crash open. My spine snapped straight, and Cameron looked toward the sound as if he could see it through the walls.
We both froze, and Cam placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Did you hear that?” I whispered.
“Shhh.” Cameron placed a finger on my lips. “You sit and lock the door. I’m gonna check.”
“What, no–”
“Mason,” his deep drawl wrapped around the word, turning my name into a warning. “You stay put. I’ll check it out. If it's nothin’ I’ll text you, and you can come out.”
“And if it’s something?”
Another round of crashes came from the front, causing me to jump out of my skin.
“Then I’ll handle it. And if you come out before I say you can, I’m taking you over my knee.” Cam turned away from me as if to say that was final.
But it wasn’t final. No one ever came out this way, and we were the only ones awake right now. If there was someone dangerous in our house, I wasn’t leaving Cameron to die on his own.
Plus, he threatened me with a good time.
So, once he started down the hall, I waited for a second before following him like a shadow. But, due to being a few steps behind, and also hidden behind theabsolute brick wall that was Cameron, I couldn’t see in front of him. But I heard the second he saw the intruders.
“Hey—what the hell are you two doing?” he snapped.
My knees went weak at the idea oftwostrangers in my house. Maybe I should have stayed in bed.
I froze behind him, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. For a full second, I thought we were being robbed. Murdered. Taken hostage. The cult Cameron swore he had escaped found us. Something horrible.
But then I heard it.
Sebastian’s voice. “I told Mattie to be quiet.”
“And I toldyouto shut the fuck up and let me open the door,” Mattie explained. “Where’s Mason? Is she still in bed?”
Cameron let out a deep sigh. “It’s six am. Everyone else is sleeping.”
