in the
apartment,” Rafe told him. “If she’s not there, then
she’s at her parents’. I just want to be sure.”
After stopping behind the apartments long
enough to quickly change into the fresh jeans and Tshirt
his uncle had thought to bring him, Rafe headed
upstairs to Jaymi’s apartment.
He still had the key. She had never asked for it
back. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside before
closing it securely behind him and staring around
silently.
If he hadn’t known Jaymi was dead, then he
would have expected it the minute he entered the
apartment. Her presence had always been there
when she was alive.
It was gone now, replaced with the heavy weight
of grief that wrapped around him and seemed to
permeate the entire room.
He had hoped Cami would be at her parents’.
That was where he had expected her to be. He
damned sure didn’t expect her to be there alone. As
he stepped to the open bedroom door, he saw how
wrong he was. She was here alone, huddled in the
bed, exhaustion marking her sleeping face.
But at least she had her medicine and beside the
bed was a glass of chilled water. Someone had been
checking up on her at least.
Breathing out roughly, he sat on the side of the
bed and tucked her blanket around her shoulders
gently.
Instantly, feather-soft lashes lifted, and soft, blueringed
dove gray eyes filled with an overload of tears.
“Rafe.” Her breathing hitched as the tears
overflowed.
“Come here, Cami-girl.” He opened his arms to
her, his throat tightening as she threw herself against
his chest, the sobs tearing from her as he closed his
eyes and fought against his own pain.
“Go ahead and cry, sweetheart,” he whispered
gently as he laid his cheek against the top of her head
and ignored the trail of liquid warmth he felt ease from
his eyes. “Cry for both of us.”
He’d lost his best friend, and he was damned if
he knew how to handle it. He hadn’t been able to
protect her as he’d sworn to Tye he would do. He had
broken the only promise the man who had called him
brother had ever asked of him.
As he held Cami, rocked her, and felt the grief
that tore through her, he wondered why Jaymi had
thought to entrust him with her sister’s protection when
he’d just failed to protect Jaymi.
How could he even trust himself now to protect
this little waif who had managed to worm her way into
his heart?
He’d promised. He’d find a way to do it.
Jaymi couldn’t have known what she was asking.
She had no idea he and his cousins were signed to
go into the military. They’d all chosen the Marines.
And who did that leave to look after Cami?
“Oh my God!”
The frightened squeak had his head jerking
around to see Ella Flannigan, Cami’s father’s sisterin-
law as she stood poised just inside the doorway.
She looked like she was ready to run screaming.
“Rafer Callahan, you just scared the shit out of
me.” Her expression turned chastising rather than
terrified as she noticed the way her niece held on to
him as though he were a lifeline.
Compassion and sorrow filled her eyes.
“I promised Jaymi.” He swallowed tightly as
Cami’s sobs began to ease as exhaustion seemed to
tax her weakened body. “I promised to look after her.”
She blinked quickly before nodding. “I’ll be in the
living room with Eddy.”
Her husband hadn’t been here when Rafe
entered the apartment and he hadn’t heard anyone
come in. Ella looked as though she had just woken
up, so he sincerely doubted her husband was here.
But he would be here quickly enough considering their
small house was only blocks away.
He nodded, his hand stroking down the back of
Cami’s head as he felt her relaxing marginally.
She would be asleep in a minute, he thought. The
bronchitis medication was obviously keeping her
sedated enough to allow her to rest.
“I miss her, Rafe,” she whispered, her weary and
tear-thickened voice slicing across his heart.
“So