Chapter 70
Lenora
I may have gone overboard.
I shift back at the edge of the dense patch of woods, tugging on the clothes I'd stashed earlier—jeans soft from wear, a sweater that still smells faintly of pine and the very expensive laundry soap Cameron insists on using. My hair is damp from running through the river shallows in wolf form, my skin still buzzing with that deep, wild calm I only get after hours of moving under the open sky.
When I step out onto the gravel shoulder, the black SUV is exactly where I left it. Cameron is leaning against the driver's side, tall and composed, still in his work suit like he came here straight from the office without a second thought. His tie is a little loosened, though—Cameron's version of casual—and the sinking sun turns the edges of his hair to gold.
I let out a slow breath.
"How long have you been standing there?" I ask as I close the distance between us.
