Camden (Pittsburgh Titans #8) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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“As long as there aren’t balloons and cake, and I’ll kill anyone who sings me happy birthday.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” I reply. “I don’t like that shit but I’m down to hang out. Who all would be there?”

“Whoever you want, dude. It’s your birthday.”

“Just invite the team and SOs.”

“Coaches?”

“Yeah, man. That’s cool.”

Bain punches me lightly on the shoulder. “Consider me your party coordinator. Any other requests other than no balloons, no cake and no singing?”

I snort at how grumpy and assholish that makes me sound. “Yeah, no puck bunnies.”

Bain blinks at me in wide-eyed astonishment. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shake my head. “The older I get, the less tolerance I have for that. Plus… they make a fuss and I don’t feel like having them hanging all over me.”

“You are indeed,” Bain says with his lip curling upward, “sincerely… a weird dude. I know no single hockey players who don’t love that.”

“Now you’re stereotyping,” I say dismissively.

Truth is, for those first years in the league, I loved the perks of being a professional hockey player. I could have a different girl every night willing to give it up to me. My sex life was not hurting.

These days… it’s not something I enjoy.

Not that I don’t enjoy sex. Fucking love it. But I think since the crash, I’ve narrowed my world down to include only those people who I have a genuine connection with.

Like Danica.

My fingers curl and I clench my fists way too tightly at the bothersome thought. I am not interested in Danica in any way other than friendship. More specifically, in being the type of friend Mitch would have wanted me to be to her. I’m making up for a lot of months I could have been helping her.

I have purpose now.

A path forward.

There’s no clear answer as to why the path includes Danica but it’s the only one I’m seeing right now that doesn’t include airplanes dropping out of the sky to crush me.

CHAPTER 9

Danica

Opening the back door, I glance at my watch. “Shit.”

I’m pushing the time, so I drop my purse haphazardly on the counter and toss my keys beside it. A quick jog through the living room and I’m up the stairs, straight into my bedroom where I shed my clothes.

The blouse I wore to the office hits the floor as I kick off my heels, then I shimmy out of my dress pants. I give them a kick toward my laundry basket and start rifling through the clothes hanging in my small closet.

One of the downgrades I made when I sold the Edgeworth house was cutting down my wardrobe. I had five times as many clothes as I could fit in this tiny box of a closet and I donated most. Some had sentimental value, which I kept, while others were high-end labels, so I sold them on consignment. The majority of what’s left are outfits to wear into the office and jeans or leggings that I pair with T-shirts, blouses, flannels or sweatshirts.

For this afternoon’s agenda, I grab a pair of jeans, a long-sleeve, waffle-knit shirt and a puffer vest since it’s a little chilly outside. I throw the new outfit on and grab a pair of tennis shoes.

When I’m fully dressed, I note that I still have a few minutes. I head into my bathroom to pull my long hair into a ponytail and after considering my face, I freshen up my makeup. I don’t wear a lot on any given day, but I brush on another coat of mascara and add some tinted lip gloss.

I stare at myself with censure. What are you doing, Danica?

There’s a knock at the front door and I jolt.

Camden’s here.

I don’t know whether I should hate myself. I just rushed home to meet Camden, who’s going to change out the batteries in my smoke detectors and help me organize my garage. Not a big deal.

But here I am, staring into the mirror, worried about how I look.

I grab a tissue and wipe the gloss off my lips, but there’s nothing I can do about the extra mascara. I toss the tissue in the garbage and race down the stairs, taking a deep breath before I open the door.

Camden stands there and … goddamn it. The first thought that runs through my head is how handsome he is.

That’s not exactly a revelation. I’ll fully admit I thought Camden was handsome back when I was married to Mitch, just like I thought many of the players were.

Exactly like I thought many of the wives were beautiful and the kids were adorable.

It’s only natural, right? To appreciate beauty.

“Can I come in?” Camden asks and I flush hot at the realization I was staring mutely at him because his messy hair and scruffy beard are way too hot.

“Yes. Yes, of course. Sorry. I guess I’ve still got work on the brain.”


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