Camille put her hand on the door, stopping it from closing. I shot her a look, and she immediately snapped her hand back, protectively holding it. With her arms and even her knuckles tattooed, the fact that she worked in a bar at least gave the impression that a dirty look wouldn’t have an effect on her. Camille stood a whole head taller than me, so her acting intimidated didn’t make sense.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” she said. “I just…”

She knows something. “You came here to see him?” I asked.

“No! I mean, yes, but it’s not like that.” She shook her head, and the ends of her razor-cut strands trembled as if they were nervous, too. “Is he here?”

“He’s in the shower.”

“Oh.” She bit her lip and looked everywhere but at me.

“Would you like to come back?”

“I’m…in the other building on the opposite side of the property.”

I watched her for a moment in disbelief. Begrudgingly, I extended the last invite I wanted to give. “Would you like to come in?”

She smiled, looking sheepish. “If it’s all right. I don’t want to impose.”

I opened the door wide, and she stepped through. She sat on the exact spot of the bed where I had just been, and the fires of hell burned in my chest. I hated that she could get under my skin without even trying.

The shower shut off, and almost immediately, the bathroom door opened. A puff of steam preceded Thomas, who was covered only by the white towel he held loosely at his waist. “Baby, have you seen my…” He saw Camille first, and then his eyes searched for me. “Razor?”

I nodded. The shock and discomfort on his face when he had seen Camille gave me a tiny bit of satisfaction, as did her hearing that term of endearment. In the same moment, I felt foolish for being so juvenile.

“You put it in the inside pocket of your luggage this morning.” I walked the few steps to his suitcase and rummaged through it.

“Could you hand me a T-shirt and shorts, too?” he asked.

He closed the door, and once I located the items, I joined Thomas in the bathroom.

Thomas took the shirt, shorts, and razor from me, and then he leaned down. “What is she doing here?” he quietly hissed.

I shrugged.

He looked at the wall in the direction of where Camille was sitting. “She didn’t say anything?”

“She said the guys were getting ready in Shepley’s room, and then you all have pictures.”

“Okay…but why is she still here?” The disgusted look on his face made me feel even more validation.

“She didn’t say. She just wanted to come in.”

Thomas nodded once and then bent down to kiss my cheek. “Tell her I’ll be out in a minute.”