Camden hugs her and then releases her, handing her a box to add to the shelf, like she’s done many times when she visits. “I’m almost finished, and don’t worry, Santa won’t be here for hours.” He turns to me, those damn dimples popping when he grins at me. “Thanks for watching her today.”

It’s rare when they both work, but when they do, I don’t mind hanging with Lucy at all. “Not a problem,” I say, grabbing a couple of boxes to help out too. “You look tired.”

“Someone kept me up last night,” he says coyly, and a hot feeling floods my body, knowing I’m that someone, and it wasn’t just staying up all night talking. There was talking, but there was also his mouth. His hands. His warm body pressed against mine, writhing together on his bed.

Fuck, do not get a boner in the middle of the store.

“Not sorry,” I say, and his smile only widens. He does that more lately, I notice. Like being able to tell me his secret freed him in a way. And damn, if that doesn’t make me feel like a king.

“Boys.” I look up just in time to see Coach walk up to us with LeAnn in tow.

“Hey, Coach,” I say, surprised to see him out. The store is dead. Most people are tucked inside their houses for the holiday. “LeAnn,” I say, offering her a warm smile. I’ve always liked her, and even though Kennedy hates my guts, LeAnn has been cool.

“What are you all doing out on Christmas Eve?” He eyes us with concern and authority only Coach can have.

“Working,” Camden says defiantly. Coach never liked that he had a job other than football and school. He always said if it interfered with either, we’d have a problem, but Cam never had any issues. He handles everything well. Somehow. I have no clue how he balances it all, but he has it down.

Coach grunts, and LeAnn rolls her eyes, bending down to say hi to Lucy, who blushes when LeAnn comments on her pretty dress. “You keeping these boys in line?”

“Of course,” Lucy states, and there’s no doubt she has us both wrapped around her little finger.

“That’s my girl.” She gives Lucy a high five and then stands up, her eyes on me. “Kennedy been calling you nonstop yet?”

I stiffen because I notice Camden’s whole body go rigid, his eyes on me as if waiting for the answer. “Hell, no. Why would she?” I haven’t talked to Kennedy at all, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Just beware,” she sings cryptically, and I don’t like it at all.

“Thanks?” She laughs, but Camden is still definitely tense. I want to change the subject, so I look back at Coach. “So where’s Mrs. Coach?”