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back over to her and handed her a tee shirt. “Here, put that on. We need to talk and you need to eat.” Camille looked up at him; his green eyes were pale green now he was mad as hell with her. She took the tee shirt from him and pulled it over her head. This is really not that big of a deal, she said after she had the tee shirt on and it was covering her. Dillon whipped around and glared at her. “What the fuck do you mean it’s not a big deal?” Camille got out of bed and stood in front of him. “Because I’m a virgin that’s why.” Dillon blinked several times as he watched her carefully. “What did you say?” Camille took a deep calming breath. “I said I’m a virgin. You know someone who’s never had sexual intercourse.” He was still trying to process what he was hearing. He ran his fingers through his hair. Sitting down on the side of the bed he continued to look at her. “I’m sorry Cam I didn’t know; I just assumed. Camille walked over and sat next to him. “Well, it’s not like I broadcast that kind of information about myself to anyone who will listen, you know.” Dillon needed to talk about something else while he tried to assimilate what he’d just heard. “So, what about Luc Bordereau? You were dating him right?” Camille gave him a bewildered look. “How did you know about Luc? I didn’t tell anyone about him. Oh my god! Did Danny have me followed while I was in Paris? She was getting just as mad as he’d been a few minutes earlier. “No, it wasn’t Danny it was me. I had a friend who is stationed over there and I asked him to keep an eye on you. Then he would report back to me.” Camille just stared at him. She didn’t know whether to throw herself into his arms or to scream in frustration, because he still didn’t see her as an adult. “Why would you do that?” She asked trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. “Because I worry about you Cam. I’ve worried about you since your were just a little girl, I’m not sure why I worry about you so much.”
    In that moment Camille knew why he worried about her; because he cared for her.  “I need you to tell me about Bordereau and your relationship. What went wrong and if it’s possible that he’s here stalking you.” Camille wasn’t surprised that Dillon thought it was Luc, it made perfect sense. If she were honest with herself, deep down she thought it could be possible to. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, as the memories began to come flooding back. She hadn’t told anyone what really happened between her and Luc.  
    I met Luc a few weeks after arriving in Paris. I knew about his reputations for women, drugs and drink and not necessarily in that order. I was so flattered that he was interested in me; I didn’t realize until it was too late why he was so interested. I was a trophy to him; after he found out I was a virgin to deflower. He tried romancing me when that didn’t work, things began to get nasty. He started stalking me.  A month before I was to leave he came to my flat and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He... He attacked me and I fought back. If my neighbor hadn’t come to my rescue when he did, I don’t know what would have happened. In the end I had bruised ribs and a black eye. His father had him committed to avoid the scandal it would have caused.”
    She wasn’t going to tell Dillon that she only started dating Luc to try and forget about him. It didn’t work. And here she was with a very angry Dillon.
    Dillon sat there trying to tap down the rage he was feeling; he didn’t want to upset Camille. He could see how hard it was to tell him what happened. But then there was the question hanging in the air between them. Why hadn’t she called him or Danny; they would have been there in a heartbeat. He reached over and stroked her face with the back of his hand. When she looked up he saw the unshed tears in her eyes and he wanted to kill Luc Bordereau for hurting her. “Cam, why didn’t