It was so fucking obvious—and something he’d never considered. How could he hate the man who saved the woman he’d fallen for? And yet, he did. “I hate him, Sky. If he were here right now …” His hands were fisted in front of them and he clenched them even more tightly. Until she laid her hands over them and said quietly, “I know, Cam.” “I hate talking about this with you. I hate that you know.” “Know what, that you have emotions?” Her hands remained on his, rubbing lightly. “I know those were supposed to stop existing when you became a soldier, but hey, it can be our secret.” He stared at her. “How the fuck are you taking this so calmly?” “I’m not.” She pulled her hands away. “But it’s nothing I didn’t know already. The thing is, Cam, you hating him means that you also hate a part of me.” He swallowed hard.
