Our plans to buy a house were foiled by the arrival of the DEA in town. Dylan was more disappointed than I was. The dinner we sat in for our lunch date was crowded but still quiet enough to talk. He had his small-farm plans in front of him when I sat down. He leaned over the table to kiss me.

"You know," I tapped his piece of paper. "If my broom closet is too small while you work on this project, I won't be offended if you move back in with your family."

He scoffed at my suggestion. "You or Norma? That's not even a choice."

I shrugged. "Thought I'd offer."

Suddenly, I was being pushed closer to the window in the booth by my dad.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," he flashed me a small smile before turning to Dylan.

I let out an audible groan and rested my head against the window.

"What you got there?" He asked Dylan the same way he pretends to be polite to delinquents' mothers.

"Plans for a barn," Dylan answered through gritted teeth.

"For the motel?" My dad asked.

"No," I growled, annoyed that he was taking up my Dylan time.

Dylan kicked my foot under the table, begging me to be civil. "Are you joining us for lunch?" He asked.

My dad shook his head. "No, it's just a drop by," he explained. "I was hoping to continue our conversation about the future of things around here and I think I'm gonna have to take a more active role."

"Look, Sheriff, I think I've had my fill of what it's like to work in the drug business, as a boss," Dylan tried explaining. "I mean, I just wanna have my own little farm, okay? And be be legal about it and help people out who have glaucoma and anxiety and just make enough to get by."

I snorted. He was trying so hard. It was so cute.

He shot me a glare and continued. "Okay, that's good enough for me. You know, 99 plants and a legal permit. Cam and I, we wanna make this work."

My dad's eyes widened with shock. "I protected you," he said slowly.

"I know," Dylan answered him.

"I went out of my way for you," Romero hissed.

"I know," Dylan repeated. "I really appreciate that, but Nick Ford kidnapped Norman. He threatened my family. What if he threatened Cam? Would you want that?"

"No, of course, I don't want that," my dad signed.

"Thanks," I grinned sarcastically at him.

"I do what I can," he ruffled my hair and I laughed. "So you're out?" He asked Dylan.

"I'm out."

I thought that would be the end of it, but my dad didn't leave. He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment, considering. "Okay, but you know if we're not working together I can't protect you anymore, right? You'll be on your own."

I noticed Dylan's look of panic and tried to intervene. "We'll be fine."

"Yeah, we're going legit so it shouldn't be a problem, right?" Dylan smiled weakly.

"It shouldn't be, but that doesn't mean it won't," the sheriff warned. "Alright, I'll see you guys around."

"Do you think we're gonna have problems?" Dylan turned to me.

I leaned over the table so I could kiss him the way he did when I showed up. "Only if I don't get a milkshake stat." I tried to comfort him, but I was just as irked as he was worried.

When we left the dinner I let Dylan go and drove to the sheriff's station.

I marched past the front desk and right into my dad's office despite the civilian yelling behind me. "What the hell?" I growled, slamming the door shut.

"Woah, Cameron, what's going on?" He asked, startled.

"You had no right!" I yelled at him. "You had no right to come in there and intimidate him like that. You should be happy for us. Instead you crash out date and try to bully him into your illegal schemes!"

He sat back down and put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, that was not my intention."

"No?" I sneered.

"No," he sighed. "I just-apologize to Dylan for me?"

"Yeah, sure," I brushed him off and left the department, wondering why everything had to be so difficult.

I groaned and rolled over, woken up by the sound of someone walking in the apartment. "Dylan?" I mumbled.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked apologetically.

"Yeah, kinda," I answered, propping myself up on my elbows.

I saw him smirk in the dim, moonlit room and he began crawling over me, pushing me back down on the bed. His lips connected with mine and his hands ran down my sides and up my shirt. I kissed him back, tugging on his lip with my teeth. He moaned and ground his hips into mine. I lifted his shirt over his head and ran my fingers down his chest scratching lightly. He growled and began kissing me again. Soon we were completely naked and he continued to kiss my neck, one hand cupping my breast. I moaned as his hand traveled from my chest down to between my legs. I let out a gasp, digging my nails into his back as he slid his fingers inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit. I moaned as he pressed harder, deeper inside of me. I screamed his name in a mix of pleasure and pain when he entered me. He fit perfectly between my knees as he thrust deeper and faster into me. I clutched at his arms, his back, the sheets anything I could grab onto as I felt myself about to climax. I tightened as I came, my back arching off the bed as I cried his name. He pulled out and rolled over to the side. I giggled, exhausted and happy.

"You're amazing, Cam," he breathed, kissing my shoulder.