scaled one step and tried on his patent grin. “Come on,
Cammie. That’s no way to greet your boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.” Heavy emphasis on ex.
Without the slightest hesitation, he scaled the second step and
entered the bus. “Just thought we’d have a little visit for old times’
sake.”
She had no desire to repeat a past she’d vowed to forget. “I
have nothing to say to you, so please leave.”
Blatantly ignoring Cammie’s request, Mark brushed past her,
walked into the living area and sat on the sofa, as if he had a right to be
there.
He sized up the area a few moments before turning his gaze back
to her. “Not too bad, but it’s not as good as my rig.”
Arrogant jackass. “Then I suggest you return to your rig and
let me get this rig ready to roll.”
Mark removed his cap, set it aside on the sofa and forked a
hand through his gold-blond hair. “No need to rush, darlin.’ Your boss is havin’
a little party in the hospitality tent with his band. That gives us plenty of
time to talk, or whatever else we might want to do.”
Cammie wanted to scream from frustration. “Again, I don’t care
to talk to you, and ‘whatever’ is definitely out of the question.”
The smile disappeared and his expression turned stone cold.
“Still a little prissy, aren’t you? Always just a little bit too good for
me.”
Obviously his insecurities still existed, masked by his
overinflated ego. “No, Mark, I’m a lot too good for you. So why don’t you run
along and grab a groupie.”
He reached up, caught her arm and dragged her down beside him.
She smelled the overpowering scent of whiskey as he placed his lips to her ear.
“Why don’t we take up where we left off?”
Cammie shifted all the way to the end of the couch, putting
some much-needed distance between them. “Not on your life.”
He turned and faked a pout. “Now, you don’t mean that.”
“Oh, yes, I do.”
“Don’t you think you at least owe me an explanation as to why
you ran out on me without even giving me a reason?”
She tapped her chin and pretended to think. “Let’s see. I
believe her name was Sandy, or maybe it was Sheila. Of course, we can’t forget
Bethany and that tall, skinny blonde whose name escapes me. I believe that’s
enough reasons, don’t you?”
He streamed a fingertip down her arm. “Well, sweetheart, since
you weren’t putting out, I had to find someone who would.”
And she had no regrets that she hadn’t let the relationship go
that far. “I wasn ’t about to sleep with you
after learning I’d have to take a number.”
“Those girls didn’t mean anything to me, Cam,” he said.
She wanted to laugh. “You’re a creative person, Mark. Surely
you can come up with a more original line. Better still, let’s just pretend we
never happened. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”
She glanced toward the hall and decided that going into the
bathroom would be the best move. Even if he didn’t immediately depart, he’d
probably grow impatient and finally take the hint, or get tossed out by one of
the guys. At least that’s what she hoped would happen.
But as she stood, he again grabbed her hand and pulled her back
down, this time into his arms. “I’m not done with you yet, Camille.”
Cammie felt trapped and anxious. He’d never been violent, at
least not with her, but when he drank excessively, he tended to become easily
agitated. Only one of the many reasons she’d broken off their relationship.
“You’re hurting me, Mark.” Her voice sounded tentative, shaky, and she hated
that.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. I’ll make you feel real good.”
Before she could wrest out of his grasp, he tried to kiss her.
She had enough wherewithal to clamp her mouth shut and turn her face away. “I
mean it, Mark. Leave now, or you’ll wish you had.”
“I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for,” he said.
“What you wouldn’t let me have when we were together.”
Fear
Cammie. That’s no way to greet your boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.” Heavy emphasis on ex.
Without the slightest hesitation, he scaled the second step and
entered the bus. “Just thought we’d have a little visit for old times’
sake.”
She had no desire to repeat a past she’d vowed to forget. “I
have nothing to say to you, so please leave.”
Blatantly ignoring Cammie’s request, Mark brushed past her,
walked into the living area and sat on the sofa, as if he had a right to be
there.
He sized up the area a few moments before turning his gaze back
to her. “Not too bad, but it’s not as good as my rig.”
Arrogant jackass. “Then I suggest you return to your rig and
let me get this rig ready to roll.”
Mark removed his cap, set it aside on the sofa and forked a
hand through his gold-blond hair. “No need to rush, darlin.’ Your boss is havin’
a little party in the hospitality tent with his band. That gives us plenty of
time to talk, or whatever else we might want to do.”
Cammie wanted to scream from frustration. “Again, I don’t care
to talk to you, and ‘whatever’ is definitely out of the question.”
The smile disappeared and his expression turned stone cold.
“Still a little prissy, aren’t you? Always just a little bit too good for
me.”
Obviously his insecurities still existed, masked by his
overinflated ego. “No, Mark, I’m a lot too good for you. So why don’t you run
along and grab a groupie.”
He reached up, caught her arm and dragged her down beside him.
She smelled the overpowering scent of whiskey as he placed his lips to her ear.
“Why don’t we take up where we left off?”
Cammie shifted all the way to the end of the couch, putting
some much-needed distance between them. “Not on your life.”
He turned and faked a pout. “Now, you don’t mean that.”
“Oh, yes, I do.”
“Don’t you think you at least owe me an explanation as to why
you ran out on me without even giving me a reason?”
She tapped her chin and pretended to think. “Let’s see. I
believe her name was Sandy, or maybe it was Sheila. Of course, we can’t forget
Bethany and that tall, skinny blonde whose name escapes me. I believe that’s
enough reasons, don’t you?”
He streamed a fingertip down her arm. “Well, sweetheart, since
you weren’t putting out, I had to find someone who would.”
And she had no regrets that she hadn’t let the relationship go
that far. “I wasn ’t about to sleep with you
after learning I’d have to take a number.”
“Those girls didn’t mean anything to me, Cam,” he said.
She wanted to laugh. “You’re a creative person, Mark. Surely
you can come up with a more original line. Better still, let’s just pretend we
never happened. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”
She glanced toward the hall and decided that going into the
bathroom would be the best move. Even if he didn’t immediately depart, he’d
probably grow impatient and finally take the hint, or get tossed out by one of
the guys. At least that’s what she hoped would happen.
But as she stood, he again grabbed her hand and pulled her back
down, this time into his arms. “I’m not done with you yet, Camille.”
Cammie felt trapped and anxious. He’d never been violent, at
least not with her, but when he drank excessively, he tended to become easily
agitated. Only one of the many reasons she’d broken off their relationship.
“You’re hurting me, Mark.” Her voice sounded tentative, shaky, and she hated
that.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. I’ll make you feel real good.”
Before she could wrest out of his grasp, he tried to kiss her.
She had enough wherewithal to clamp her mouth shut and turn her face away. “I
mean it, Mark. Leave now, or you’ll wish you had.”
“I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for,” he said.
“What you wouldn’t let me have when we were together.”
Fear
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