Chapters (33)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Acknowledgments
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“Are you pregnant?” he asked, leaning toward me with so much love and concern in his eyes that I almost wished I were. “Because if you are, don’t worry. I don’t know a lot about babies, but I’ll learn. And Rose seems to like me well enough, so there’s hope our kid would—”
“My father basically told Tim Hall that you’d lose your dad’s case if you’re dating me.” And I word-vomited all over the place. Awesome. My nails bit into my palms where they rested on my lap.
Cam blinked twice, then sat back in his chair. “So you’re not pregnant? Because I had the rest of that whole speech planned out. Well, not planned well, since I only had about ten minutes of my brain running amok, but still, it was pretty good.” The corner of his mouth lifted.
“No. I’m on birth control, remember?”
“Right. Yeah. Weird, that’s where my first thought went when you texted.” He lifted the burger and took a bite, groaning in appreciation as I gawked at him. After swallowing, he looked over the massive thing that would have taken me at least three meals to devour. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
The man took another bite.
“Cam, did you hear what I just said to you?” Since he was still chewing, I continued. “You’re going to lose your dad’s case because my dad is pissed that you’re dating me.”
He set the burger back in its box. “Pika, I’m going to lose my dad’s case because Judge Bradley doesn’t think I’m capable of being responsible for a puppy, let alone my father’s care. The fact that I love you is the icing on an already burned cake.”
It didn’t matter that he’d told me every day for the last few weeks that he loved me—it still hit me in the heart like it was the first time.
“I…I…” No matter how hard I tried, words wouldn’t form.
“I am, you know—capable of taking care of a puppy. I was thinking maybe one of those English bulldogs with all the wrinkles, but I figured I’d ask what you thought first.” He took a sip of the shake and grinned.
“What I thought?” Was he utterly and completely mad? I’d just dropped a bomb, and he was thinking about babies and puppies?