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“Is something wrong?” Cammie asked.

“Just your slut friend coming in at all hours of the morning. Don’t know why you were worried about her, Cammie. She’s just fine. Survived the storm with her boss.”

There was a sneer in his voice. A double meaning. But Faith wasn’t sure if Cammie heard it and ignored it or if she didn’t hear it at all.

Maybe she never had.

Perhaps Eric had always been like this . . . and Cammie liked him that way.

God. That thought was sickening.

“Faith? You’re really okay?” Cammie asked, stepping forward.

She wasn’t going to object to Eric calling her a slut? Then again, Cammie rarely went against him. She always did what he wanted and agreed with whatever he said.

What had happened to her headstrong, fun-loving friend?

Eric happened. That’s what.

Cammie was so thin. When had she gotten that thin? Was she even eating? Worry filled Faith, but she tried to hide it behind a smile.

“I’m fine. I tried to send you a message, but it can’t have gone through. I’m really sorry I worried you. And woke you up.”

No way was she apologizing to Eric. He could suck on a giant dick.

“No, I’m glad you woke me up. I was so concerned. I tried to call you as well, but it wouldn’t go through. I guess the storm was interfering with the signal or something.”

Faith rushed toward her, giving Eric a wide berth as she hugged her friend gently.

Fudge knuckles.

Was she even bonier than when Faith first got here? Maybe she needed to come out of the basement more often to check on her. But it didn’t always seem like Cammie wanted her there.

“Do you want me to stay up here with you?” she offered, even though the last thing she wanted was to spend more time with Eric.

“Cammie needs her sleep,” Eric said sharply.

Cammie seemed to tense. Were things not good between them? But then she relaxed and looked up at Eric with a smile.

“This guy. Always looking out for me. I best get to bed.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She watched Eric warily as he led her friend away. There was something not right between them. Something more than Eric being a giant bag of dicks.

Okay.

Why were all her insults about dicks?

And why did Eric rub her so wrong when Reuben didn’t? Reuben loved to tell her what to do. He was controlling.

And he spent all night taking care of you, soothing you, doing what was best for you.

Fuck.

God. She wanted her boss.

This was so bad on so many levels.

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