Free Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series) by J B Younger Page A

and his son’s. He and Nicholas left the small town and never looked back.
    Camille woke up alone. She felt hurt when Dillon didn’t come back. She’d hoped he would have come back and they could have picked up where they left off. There was a fat chance of that happening once he found out she was a virgin. She knew the code her brother and his friends had about women and about virgins in general. Virgins where taboo, hands off, untouchable.
    Her dream came back to her in an instant; images of Dillon wrapped around her and inside her made her whole body warm. She just had to figure out how to get him to see her, really see her. Camille hurried downstairs to the kitchen she found Butch, Zane and Dillon making breakfast. Camille smiled to herself if she stayed with Dillon for much longer she would be as big as a house, the fellows loved to eat and their big bodies used the food for fuel. She stepped into the kitchen and all eyes were on her. Dillon watched her; the smile he gave her was sexy as hell. He walked over and handed her a cup of coffee. Good morning, he said as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry about last night; I looked in on you this morning I didn’t want to wake you; you were sleeping so peacefully.”  She smiled up at him. “I wish you had, we probably would still be in bed now.” She watched as his green eyes dilated and his nostrils flare. So she did have an effect on him.
    Dillon leaned his forehead on hers his expression unreadable “When I get rid of these guys you and I need to talk.” Camille tried to smile up at him, but she was afraid that he was going to keep hiding from her. There was more between them than he wanted to admit. She nodded her agreement.
    Butch cleared his throat. “Listen, you two need to eat something okay, because Z and I are hungry. Dillon stepped away from Camille. They all sat and enjoyed breakfast. Camille noticed that they were keeping the conversation light. Never mentioning anything about what was going one with her and stalker. She eat and tried to follow what they were saying. She just couldn’t stop the fear that seemed to be building with each passing moment.
    Something was wrong and Camille was afraid to ask what. When breakfast was done, Butch and Zane excused themselves while Dillon and Camille sat quietly. “Okay no one is talking what’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep the fear out of her voice. Dillon gave her a serious look that only filled her with trepidation. “A contact of ours at the police department found the car from yesterday. They were able to pull a single print from the car. He owed us a favor so he let us get a copy of the print. Zane is double checking it through Interpol now; he should have an answer within the hour. Danny and Tina are on their way.” Camille stood trying to put some distance between her and Dillon, when what she really wanted was to crawl into his arms. She looked out of the kitchen window trying to see if she could spot any sign of Trace; she knew he was out there somewhere. She tensed when she felt Dillon’s arms as he pulled her back to his chest. He said nothing as he wrapped his arms around her. In that one gesture, Camille felt as if nothing could or would happen to her as long as she was in Dillon’s arms. Zane is double-checking the print the police found why? She asked dreading the answer.
    Dillon turned her around to face him. “We have an ID and if it’s who we think it is then things are going to get really bad really fast. We need to be sure. Once we have a positive ID then I will explain everything.” 
    She looked up at him searching his face. Looking into his green eyes that she loved so much.  They were emotionless he was keeping something from her. He lifted her chin so he could kiss her. When his lips touched hers she forgot everything but the kiss, she put her arms around his neck and gave into the kiss. The doorbell rang. Dillon groaned and stepped back. “That’s