CHAPTER 347

“Fuck!” He hissed against the sudden pain. “Fuck fuck fuck! Motherfucking piece of shit!”

The sliding glass door opened. Footsteps vibrated the wooden deck as Anton raced toward him. “Holy crap. Are you okay?”

No. Fuck no. Cam couldn’t put pressure on his stump even if it hadn’t detached from the prosthesis. “Can you run into my bedroom and get my crutches?”

“Um. Sure. Where are they?”

“By the nightstand.”

He ran back inside.

Less than a minute later Cam heard the clatter of metal and opened his eyes. Anton held out the crutches. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Cam struggled upright. With the aid of the crutches he made it into the house without falling on his ass.

Anton stayed behind him. Watchful. Sometimes the kid was so much like Domini he was surprised Anton hadn’t sprung from her womb.

His stump hadn’t detached, but it’d been wrenched hard enough Cam knew in order to wear the prosthetic at work tomorrow, he couldn’t wear it for the rest of the night.

So much for hiding in his room. He couldn’