Cam removed Bailey’s hand from the door and closed it, then tugged her into his arms.
“Let’s go,” he said, kissing her mouth when she looked up at him. “There’s nothing for you here. From now on, you’re living with me.”
Bailey smiled, trailed her fingertips over the bruises on his face. She felt absolutely no anxiety about that decision. “All right,” she said, suddenly so happy she felt as if she could float off the ground. “Let’s go. I’m ready.”