drifted off to the deepest sleep she’d experienced in weeks.
8
Cami
“ C ami !”
Cami rolled over in her sleep, willing the voice away, fighting to stay in the calm, comforting world of her dreams.
“Cami, wake up.”
She slowly surfaced from sleep to the sensation of a warm hand rubbing her naked back and shoulder. She blinked awake and stared into the face of Drew, who was sitting on the bed beside her, fully dressed.
“What time is it?” she asked. A smile spread across her lips as last night’s memories slowly came back to her.
“It’s early,” he replied. “I just wanted to wake you up before I left. I know you were upset that I didn’t do that last time. I’ll be leaving on a business trip later today and I’m not sure when I’ll be back, so I wanted to say goodbye.”
Cami’s smile grew even larger as she slowly sat up. The sheet slid down her body, revealing her large, naked breasts. Drew sucked in a loud breath.
“God,” he said, “if only I had a little more time.”
“There will be time,” Cami assured him. “There will be plenty of time later.”
“Later,” Drew repeated with a grin of his own.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. Cami leaned in and opened to him, morning breath be damned. Drew groaned as he deepened the kiss, then pulled away with a regretful sigh.
“I’ll call you once I’m back in town,” he said.
“You do that,” Cami replied.
“I’ll let myself out,” Drew told her, standing. “I would hate for you to have to put on clothes.” Cami just offered him another smile and wave as he left the room, then promptly lay back down and drifted back to sleep.
C ami didn’t expect Drew to call for the next few days, but when she hadn’t heard from him by the following weekend, she began to worry. The next week grew so stressful, however, that she didn’t have any time to waste worrying about Drew. She received her first bill from her lawyer. He’d gone through what she’d paid him on retainer quickly, gearing up for what looked to be a nasty custody battle. Even being the cheapest lawyer in the phone book, the man was expensive.
Cami looked down at the bill hopelessly. She’d already spent most of her measly savings on the retainer, and now she was going to have to shell out another thousand dollars quickly, or she’d soon find herself without representation.
Tucking the bill inside her purse, she loaded Madison into her car and headed towards her mother’s. She was already working overtime—close to sixty hours a week—so there wasn’t much more she could do.
“Everything okay?” her mother asked as Cami carried Madison into the apartment, obviously detecting the stress Cami was feeling. Her mom had been oddly supportive lately, not even harping on Cami’s weight or relationship status. “I mean, besides all the crap you’re already dealing with,” she clarified when Cami shot her a look.
“Got a bill from the lawyer’s office today,” Cami replied. “Almost a grand.”
“Damn!” Mom said before catching herself.
“Gramma said bad word!” Madison said. “Bad word!”
“Yes, she did,” Cami replied, looking at her mother with an exaggerated “angry” face. “That’s rude, Gramma!”
“Yes, it is,” the older woman replied. “And I’m very sorry.”
Madison seemed to take this as punishment enough, as she turned and teetered into the living room to play with her toys.
“So,” her mom said quietly once Madison was out of hearing range, “what are we going to do?”
“I’ll figure something out,” Cami replied tiredly. “I will have a big paycheck next week. I’ve been working overtime a lot lately. And I can try to pick up some more shifts. Madison is at Ken’s this weekend, so I can work four shifts in a row.”
“Goodness, child, you’ll pass out if you work yourself to the bone like that.”
“What else can I do, Mom?” Cami asked, heavy emotion in her voice. “I need the
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