Cammaratta giggled like a demented schoolgirl and it was at that moment that Lara knew he was insane. "Okay, then, Cam. I gotta go. Seven in the morning gets earlier every day," she said, chuckling like she agreed what he thought was funny really was.
Cam sighed, his face still grinning on the surface. "No, you don't."
A tingle passed into Lara's belly. "No, I don't what?"
"No you're not leaving." Cammaratta's wooden desk chair squeaked backwards on its metal rollers as he pulled his feet off John's body and straightened.
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