Let’s Be Honest – Camassia Cove Universe Read Online Cara Dee

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That night, I tried to find her on social media again—to no avail. Did she really only have accounts for her business? I didn’t even know if she ran them, and I couldn’t find a single personal photo.

I took a swig of my tea and leaned back against the headboard, as my thumb got a workout scrolling through her Instagram account. Models wearing her jewelry, announcements for new collections, more models, one or two professionally taken pictures of Natalie—flattering angles and black-and-white filters—models, models, models. A wide range of models, I should say. I paused at one black-and-white candid, taken at a photo shoot, of Natalie and a plus-size model. Laughter frozen in time, with blurry figures moving in the background.

Christ, she was beautiful. She had charisma and charm—and that fucking sass.

“Not everyone is interested in a pompous gym owner who shaves his chest.”

I felt my mood tank in an instant, and I tossed the phone next to me on the bed.

People didn’t fucking get it.

I threw a quick glare at the razor when I showered the following morning. At some point soon, I had to sit down and make a few decisions, because I was done with doubts. More and more lately, I felt like I was maintaining a façade I didn’t believe in anymore, despite what I told others. My brothers, mainly. Because they were blunt enough to give me shit about my life choices. Actually, my sisters too.

After getting out of the shower, I dried off semi-hurriedly before heading to my closet. The flannels taunted me. Today would’ve been the perfect occasion to wear one, but I’d catch shit for that too. Everybody would notice, because my family was fucking nosy.

I picked out a pair of nice light gray slacks and a dark blue button-down instead.

A watch too. The blue Hamilton my folks had given me when I turned forty last year…

You’re over forty. Deal with it.

I clenched my jaw. As I fastened the watch, I realized I had to step on it. It’d become my job to make sure Lias showed up for family functions, so that meant I was taking the mother of all detours.

While I finished getting ready, I sent messages to my clients. Saturdays were easy, because I didn’t ask much. Weekends were sacred to many, and I merely wanted to remind them that I was there if they needed anything, not point fingers or make them feel guilty for possibly indulging. Or overindulging, in some cases.

Then I grabbed my nephew’s gift and walked out the door.

Natalie responded when I got behind the wheel of my truck.

Good morning to you too. Today’s gonna suck. I know that already. Cramps have set in, and I’m a danger to mankind.

I smirked to myself and buckled in, and I couldn’t resist…

Mankind or humankind?

Her reply was instant.

I said what I said.

I laughed and shook my head. She was fucking funny. And she was typing again too.

Lias could wait thirty seconds extra. We were likely gonna be early to the party anyway.

I downloaded two dating apps, btw. Mostly because I was bored. I may not be everyone’s type like you are, but maybe someone will be interested in the future :)

And she stopped being funny.

I backed out of my parking spot and headed north toward Westslope and the mountains.

Go fucking figure, she was gonna date now. Of course she’d have men interested in her. She was adorable, gorgeous, cute, and had an ass that wouldn’t quit. A perfect rack too. And yeah, thick thighs I wouldn’t mind having wrapped around my hips.

For being as obsessed with fitness as I was—or maybe had been—I’d never been drawn exclusively to women who had that in common with me. I got hooked on attitude, intelligence, a sharp sense of humor, and…fine, I was an ass man. And legs. Thighs. Something to dig my fingers into properly⁠—

I cleared my throat and adjusted myself.

Fuck her.

Miles and miles of dirt roads later, I was halfway up Coho Pass, and I drove past the sign welcoming me to Big Jake’s Expedition—camping and recreation. Lias’s world.

I veered left before I got to the main house and the rest of it, and I headed downhill toward Lias’s cabin.

Ma had bawled her eyes out the day she’d learned that Lias had named the place after our brother.

I’d just been happy, ’cause I could almost feel Jake’s presence up here. I sure as fuck didn’t feel him at Arlington outside DC. This was where we’d grown up together. We’d owned these mountains. Jake, Darius, Ryan, and I could take off early on Saturday morning and not return until late on Sunday night, just in time for Ma to storm out of the house and ask where the hell we’d been.

When Lias had been old enough to join us, Ma had become even angrier if we didn’t come home before supper.


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