by Sky Winters
“Just put those up in the guest room,” Cameron’s mother told them before turning toward Mandy. “We aren’t those old fashioned kind of parents that are going to make you stay in separate rooms. Don’t worry.”
Mandy could feel the heat of her embarrassment rise up her face as she attempted an awkward smile. She was grateful when Cameron returned to rescue her from her discomfort.
“So, Mandy. Cameron tells me that you’re an editor at the local newspaper,” his father said as he sat in a chair across from where Cameron joined her on the sofa.
“Yes. I’ve been there since I graduated college.”
“He says that’s how you met,” his mother added.
Mandy glanced curiously at Cameron, who squeezed her hand lightly and addressed his mother on her behalf.
“Yes. She was editing a piece on one of my art installations and contacted me to get some additional information to clarify the writer’s article,” Cameron told them.
“Must have been love at first sight,” his mother commented.
“Pretty much,” Mandy replied, unsure as to why he had lied. It was something she had never known him to do before. Still, she chalked it up to him having his reasons. She would ask him about it later when they were alone. She also noted that he quickly changed the subject.
“So, Dad, have you been getting any fishing in lately?”
“Here and there, when I can. Your mother keeps me busy around this old place with her endless honey do lists.”
“Hardly. He likes to blame me so people don’t know what an old nester he really is. He’s done nothing but create projects for himself.”
Sam laughed and shrugged in response. “Damn woman is always telling my secrets. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d have kicked her to the curb three decades ago.”
“You couldn’t survive this world without me, old man,” she shot back playfully.
Mandy smiled at them. It was easy to see where Cameron got his sense of humor. The relationship between his parents seemed lighthearted and happy. It only made her even happier to be with him, knowing that he was cut from the same cloth as such a happy marriage.
“Oh, good grief. I’m being rude. I haven’t even offered you anything to drink and it must have been a long ride.”
“I’m fine, really,” Mandy told her.
“I’d like some of that lemonade I know you have stashed in the fridge, but I can get it,” Cameron told her, getting up and trotting off to the kitchen. He returned only seconds later with a large glass of lemonade on ice. He took a few sips and offered her a drink. “Here, you have to try this.”
Mandy took a sip, knowing it was more about him knowing her so well than about the lemonade. He knew that she was just too polite to ask his mother to get up and get her something to drink, so he did it and shared with her. It was his nature to make sure she was taken care of, whether she asked him to or not. It was just one more thing she loved about him, how attentive he was to her needs in all aspects of their relationship.
“It’s delicious,” she told him.
“Want me to get you a glass?” he asked.
“No. I’ll just drink yours,” she teased, taking another sip.
“Sounds about right,” he laughed, kissing her on the cheek before turning to his mother. “What’s in the oven, Mom? It smells delicious.
“You know what’s in there. Your favorite. Pot roast with all the trimmings. I trust you brought your appetite with you.”
“You know I did,” he said with a laugh.
“Just try to leave enough for Mandy,” she laughed.
“Always do, Mom,” he replied, putting his arm around her and hugging her close to him.
A half hour later, they all settled down at the dinner table and enjoyed what might have been the best home cooked meal Mandy had eaten in a long time. The conversation was lighthearted and loving. Mandy could only see it as a good omen for what her life with Cameron would be like. There was always this fear with any woman that the man you chose to spend your life with would change, become someone you couldn’t accept, but if the relationship between his parents was any indication of things to come, she could only see a wonderful future with him.
Later, after they had retired for the night, she lay her head on his shoulder in the double bed of the guest room, tracing her fingers lightly across his chest. He stroked her hair lightly with one hand as he sighed.
“I know you’re wondering why I lied to my parents.”
“Yes,” she responded, wondering, as she often found herself doing, if he could read her mind.
“They’re just old fashioned and very secretive about the shifter part of our lives. They would be livid if they knew I had just put it out there for strangers to see. I hope you understand.”
“I do. It makes sense.”
“I’m afraid it will have to be our one secret, our one dishonesty,” he told her.
“It will be then.” She lifted her face to his, kissing him.
They made love slowly and quietly so as not to be heard down the hall. He was gentle, tender. Each touch, each thrust only made her ache for him more. She had never felt so loved, so complete in her entire life. Cameron was the man of her dreams. There would never be a time when she didn’t want him like this, with all of her being. Their bodies rose and fell in perfect unison in a passionate dance of ecstasy until they quaked with orgasm. Finally, sated, they fell asleep in one another’s arms, waking the next day to sunshine streaming through the bedroom window.
The weekend was incredible, their bond sealed with long walks along the trails and long talks with his parents. Every bit she learned about Cameron’s life, from his childhood to well beyond, only made her love him more. On their last day there, he showed her his true self, shifting into a large gray wolf before her eyes and trotting off into the forest. His wolf form was every bit as playful as his human side, darting back and forth to show off for her. He had a distinct white streak running down the side of his face, and he nuzzled against her when she stroked her fingers down it. Finally, he shifted back to his human form, standing naked in the remote area where he had stripped down to change.
“You’re beautiful,” she told him breathlessly.
“Don’t let it fool you. I can be brutal when I need to be, but not with you, never with you, Mandy.”
“I know,” she replied, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the forehead.
Mandy hated to leave once the weekend ended, but she reluctantly said goodbye to the solitude they had enjoyed the past few days and his mother’s home cooked meals.
“Don’t be strangers,” his mother told them as they left. “We’ll expect to see the both of you again soon.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll be seeing both of us for a long time to come,” Cameron told her.
“I like the sound of that, son,” his father replied, waving to them. “Goodbye, Mandy. We’ll see you again very soon.”
“See you soon,” Mandy replied with a smile.
“Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad,” Cameron said as they climbed into the car and left.
“I had a fantastic time,” Mandy told him as they pulled away.
“I did too, baby. I am so looking forward to many more trips here with you in the future.”
Mandy smiled and reached for his hand as he headed down the road leading away from the house. He squeezed her hand in his and smiled at her briefly before turning back to focus on the road ahead. This was what it felt like to be happy. After all the bad experiences with men that weren’t right for her, she had finally found the one man she had been meant to be with all along. Wasn’t that alone a miracle? She watched the distance float by as they headed back home, quietly enjoying one another’s company as the trees faded away and became the steel and concrete of the city once again.
***
“I have to leave for a few days,” Cameron told her the following week.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, frowning. Something was a bit off about h
im.
“No, babe. Nothing’s wrong. I just have to go check on that job for the woman who wants me to redecorate her studio for her. I’ll only be gone until the end of the week and then I’ll be right back here in your sweet arms,” he said, pulling her to him and kissing her.
“Okay. I’ll miss you though.”
“Not nearly as much as I will miss you, but I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back and we’ll have our entire lives together.”
“I suppose I can survive a few days without you, but it will be awful, just awful.”
“It will be just as awful for me. I’ll get back to you just as soon as I can though. I promise. This is a big job and I need to do what I can to land it. You understand that, right?’
“Of course I do, Cameron. It was bound to happen that you’d have to go somewhere away from me eventually. It won’t be the last time, I’m sure. I suppose I best get used to it, especially when you really make it big. People are already clamoring for your pieces. It’s only going to get busier for you.”
“Yes. I hope so. Still, I promise you that I will always have time for you. You’re always my first priority. Always…”
“I know. You go and do what you need to do. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.”
“Naked, I hope.”
“However you want me to be.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he told her. “I need to pack. I’m going to have to leave on an afternoon flight tomorrow night.”
“Okay, she told him. She kissed him goodbye before he left to go back to his place and pack his bags. “Will you be back?”
“No, not tonight. I need to pack and I need to put together some things to take with me for presentation and selection. Will you be okay without me?”
“I suppose one more night won’t be any more painful than the few that follow,” she laughed.
He grinned wickedly at her. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I promise.”
Cameron kissed her on the forehead, stopping to look at her as he pulled away. She could see the love in his eyes, but there was something else too. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on and it bothered her. Still, she smiled and said her goodbyes, already hating not having his arms to sleep in for the rest of the week.
Chapter Four
The following morning, Mandy awoke with a feeling that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Cameron hadn’t called her to tell her goodnight and that was unlike him. Usually, they were together at night, but on the rare occasions that they hadn’t been, he’d always called her to tell her to sleep well and that he was lonely without her. Last night, nothing. Opening her phone, she sent him a message before heading off to the shower.
“Hope you got some rest last night. I missed you. Did you get everything done for your trip?”
Stepping into the shower, she tried to shake the inexplicable uneasy feeling she had. There was no reason for her to be concerned really. Cameron loved her. She could see it in everything he said and did. Perhaps he had just fallen asleep or his phone had gone dead. A small part of her said something might have happened to him, but he was a wolf shifter, for cripes’ sake. She seriously doubted there was anything he couldn’t handle.
“You’re just being ridiculous,” she told herself, dismissing her thoughts as she washed her hair beneath the steamy stream of water.
Stepping out to dry off and dress for work, she picked up her cell phone. There was no message. But it was early, he could still be asleep. She chastised herself again for being so needy. Wasn’t that what it all boiled down to? She wanted him there with her and he wasn’t? She shook her head and put the phone back down, doing her hair and makeup before slipping into a skirt and blouse for work. By the time she was ready to go, there had still been no response from Cameron, but she forced herself not to be a basket case over nothing.
Walking down the path to work, she glanced up at the overpass. Though the graffiti Cameron had put there months ago had been long ago whitewashed by the city, there was still a faint glimmer of the words through the thin coat of cheap paint they used. She smiled thoughtfully and continued on her way, quickly becoming absorbed in her work once she arrived. When her phone buzzed, shortly before lunchtime, she was certain it was him. No way would he get on a plane without calling her first. Instead, it was from her friend Kellye, asking if she wanted to go to lunch.
“Why not?” she mumbled to herself, sending back a reply that she would meet her in the cafeteria at noon.
Cameron hadn’t said anything about having lunch before he left and she realized she wasn’t even sure what time his flight was. For that matter, he hadn’t even told her where he was going. It all seemed a bit odd now that she thought about it more, but she was sure there was a logical explanation for it. She tried to push it out of her mind again and finished up the article she was editing for the morning edition before heading down to meet Kellye.
“You haven’t heard anything from him since last night?” Kellye said over salads and water.
The cafeteria served the water in large tea glasses with ice and a twist of lime, but everyone knew the water here came straight out of the tap, unfiltered. It was for this reason that Kellye always ordered bottled water, but tap water didn’t bother Mandy at all. She drank it at home and it came from the same place as it did here. She never saw the need to be pretentious or paranoid. The thought made her smile, realizing that she was being extremely paranoid at the moment.
“I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m just being a big baby. He’s always around these days and I’ve gotten used to it. I need to learn to handle him having to travel without me sometimes.”
“You’re most likely right. You know men, they sometimes like their space. It means nothing. They spend a few days without you and can’t wait to get back to see you. Just think about the ‘missed you’ sex!”
“You’re right. It’s all new to me. I’ve never been one that needed or even wanted someone around all the time. That’s just how it’s turned out. He wanted to be with me every day and I wanted him there. It just seemed natural. I guess I’m just freaking out a little because I’ve gotten used to that.”
Kellye smiled at her, shrugging. “It’s been less than a day, Mandy.”
“Yes. You’re right. I’m just being fickle. That’s why I like you, always keeping me in check when I get crazy.”
Mandy walked away from their lunch feeling better. It was just that she missed him so much already and that was only going to get worse. At least hearing his voice would make it better. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she wasn’t this clingy, demanding woman that she felt like at the moment. He was only gone for a few days and he was busy getting things done. No doubt he would call her soon.
***
“He still hasn’t called,” she lamented to Kellye a few days later on the phone.
“Have you tried to call him?”
“Yes, once. I got his voicemail and just left a message that I was calling to make sure he made it there okay, wherever ‘there’ is. I don’t even know that. I didn’t want to seem like I was spazzing out or anything, but I am. I’m completely panicking. What if something happened to him?”
“Well, you’ve only been together for a little over a month, right?”
“Yes.” She put her hand on her forehead. “I know what you’re going to say, Kellye. It’s too soon for me to be so attached to him, but you don’t understand. Everything with him was perfect. It will seem too quick to you, I know, but he told me he loved me. He was talking about living together, mentioning kids one day. He even took me to spend the weekend with his parents!”
“I don’t know, Mandy. Just call him. Tell him you can’t find the toothpaste or something and need to know if he knows where it is. You know, a reason you need to contact him and get an answer other than you’re a worry wart.”
“I hate games. I don’t want to play them. Why wouldn’t he have called me already? It’s not a matter of
checking in. Why wouldn’t he want to call me? Doesn’t he miss me as much as I miss him? Oh God, what if something did happen to him?”
“Whoa, slow down there, girlie. You’re getting yourself all worked up without any facts. Maybe you’re right and you should just call him and tell him you were worried because you haven’t heard from him. There’s nothing wrong with that if you have gotten that close. I just thought it was a lot more casual than all that.”
“It wasn’t…isn’t.”
“Then, call him and see what’s up.”
“Okay. I’ve got to go.”
“Call me later and let me know how things went.”
“I will.”
Mandy ended the call and immediately opened her speed dial to call Cameron. Once again, she got his voicemail, but it was still early and he might be with his client. She left a message for him to call her when he got a moment, telling him she was very concerned that she hadn’t heard from him. When hours went by with no reply, she grew even more concerned that something was wrong. She contemplated calling the police and reporting him missing. Was that too extreme?
Instead, she opened her computer and went to his Twitter page. He had posted nothing there. The same was true for his Facebook page, which was unusual, as he usually bantered there a good bit with friends and family or posted works in progress so that he had more public visibility for his art. He really must be busy. She noticed that another woman had posted on his page. It was nothing significant, just a funny cartoon about starving artists, but she had never seen the woman before. Looking at his friends list, she noted she was listed in the recently added section. How recently, she wondered. She had never noticed her before.
“Don’t be a stalker,” she mumbled to herself, but it was useless.
She clicked on the woman’s profile, but it was blocked to all but friends. All she could see was the woman’s picture. She was an attractive brunette. Mandy switched to Twitter, the woman was there too. She could see that she had been added within the last week based on a contact before her, one that Mandy remembered him adding while they were talking about his work as an author. This felt bad, really bad.
