Chapter 46

At the second crack of thunder that morning, Troy groaned, barely able to fight the urge to burrow deeper under the covers. Changing his mind, he reached out for Camryn to tug her under with him.

The bed was empty.

He opened his eyes to confirm. Sitting up, he glanced around the room, not finding her or any trace she'd been there in the first place.

Rising sluggishly, he headed for the bathroom. Her cosmetics were gone. He poked his head around the doorframe and eyed the closet. Empty, too. His gaze landed on the dresser as he raked a hand through his hair. She'd packed his bag for him. Well, at least she wasn't subtle.

He sighed, a heavy weight settling in his gut. She was obviously done. Ready to move on.

But he wasn't. If he were to tell her how he felt, would she love him back? Last night, she'd said she wanted him. His hands dropped to his hips as he wondered if that was a physical want or an emotional one.