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closer we get. The
buildings get more and more familiar, until finally, we turn down
the street to the trailer park where I grew up.
    Broken-down trailers line the lot, with old
cars and messy yards. A couple of kids run around and women look
suspiciously at the fancy car as we slowly drive past.
    “Here,” I say, reaching the end of a row.
“Stop here.”
    Cam shuts off the engine.
    “This is where I’m from,” I say quietly.
“This is where I lived when I was little.”
    I check his face for judgment, but of
course, there is none, only understanding.
    I get out of the car. The lot where my mom’s
trailer sat is empty now, overgrown with weeds and brambles.
    Cam stands behind me. He slips his arms
around my waist, and I lean back against his solid chest.
    “Do you remember much?” he asks.
    “Some.” I stare at the patch of grass. “My
memories are blurry, more flashes than anything concrete. The walls
were so thin at night, I could hear people fighting in the next
trailer, and the sirens whenever the cops came to break up a fight.
And my mom,” I add quietly. “I remember her, what she used to look
like, at least. She would let me play with her costume jewelry. And
when there were thunderstorms, we’d curl up together under the
covers in bed, and she’d tell me stories, about a princess who
lived in a beautiful house, with a white picket fence, and roses in
the yard.”
    I feel tears come again, but they’re not
tears of sadness, just relief. “She tried,” I tell Cam, resting my
cheek against him. “She tried to be my mom, but she didn’t have any
help, and the drugs… She just wasn’t strong enough.”
    He strokes my hair. “She loved you, I’m sure
of it.”
    I nod. A strange peace is settling over me.
Coming here, facing my past, I think it’s what I’ve needed to
finally feel free.
    Looking around, I don’t feel ashamed
anymore, just blessed that my life has taken me so far from this
desperate, scared beginning.
    I can’t let this chapter in my life define
me anymore. I can finally lay these ghosts to rest.
    “Let’s go.” I tell him. “I’m ready to move
on.”
    * * *
    We drive back to the airfield, and board the
waiting plane. Cam gets a phone call just before take-off.
    “Yes… Are you sure? Good.”
    He hangs up and turns back to me. “That was
the Sheriff. Britney called and recanted her statement. They’re
dropping all charges and closing the case.”
    I gasp. “It’s really over?”
    “Ancient history now.” But Cam doesn’t look
happy.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Brent.” He scowls. “I can’t believe he’ll
get away with this.”
    “He won’t.” I say confidently. “But right
now, let’s celebrate.”
    “You know what else this plane has?” Cam
asks, his gaze turning dark and lustful.
    My stomach twists with excitement.
“What?”
    “A bedroom.”
    Cam takes another casual sip of champagne.
My pulse is kicking hard. His eyes rake over me. “Unbuckle your
seatbelt, go to the back of the plane, and take off all your
clothes.” His voice is commanding, so freaking hot.
    I fumble with my belt, eager to obey.
    “And Isabelle?” Cam stops me. A dirty smile
quirks on his lips. “Start without me.”
    I hurry toward the back of the cabin, almost
bumping into the hostess. “Sorry,” I mumble. “Just going to… take a
nap.”
    I’m sure she knows exactly what we’re about
to do, but I don’t let it stop me. I quickly step into the small
bedroom and close the door behind me. My heart races in
anticipation.
    It’s a small room, barely big enough for a
bed, but it’s luxuriously appointed with glossy wood paneling and
the finest linens. I strip off my clothes and climb onto the bed.
Already, my body aches for Cam’s touch. It’s been too long since he
was inside me, but even if he’d fucked me ten minutes ago, I would
still crave him like this.
    I could never get enough of him.
    Start without me.
    His sexy words echo in my mind. I lay back,
totally