Mere minutes later, we brought our food to an unsteady bar table nearby, and my stomach growled with hunger. I’d seen the vendor’s menu but couldn’t identify what was what on the paper plates. But I knew August had gotten us a platter of bratwurst, knockwurst, frankfurter, leberkäse, and some sausages I’d forgotten the names of. Then two sides—soft pretzels and bread dumplings—and different types of mustard.

Last but not least, beer.

“Madonn’, I love being on vacation.” I stuck a toothpick into a piece of whateverwurst and dragged it through some mustard before shoveling it into my mouth. “Try this one, ciccio.” I held out the same type of sausage for August.

While he closed his mouth around the toothpick and hummed appreciatively, Camden shifted his mask higher and scrunched his nose as he sniffed the food.

He settled for nibbling on a soft pretzel.

“Goodness—this one, sweetheart.” August picked out another sample of sausage for me and handed it over with a piece of the bread dumpling. “Use the light mustard.”

I did as told and couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my mouth as the flavors exploded on my taste buds.

“It’s good, innit?” August grinned and took a swig of his beer. “I rather like your vacations too.”

“So fucking good.” I used a napkin to wipe my mouth. “If I worked in a restaurant, I’m not sure I could stop eating.”

August chuckled. “Even if you change the menu every season, it gets old after a while.”

Having experienced his cooking, I had doubts.

“Do you still work in any of your restaurants?” I asked.

“Not very often.” He slid me the next thing he wanted to try, a cheese-filled piece of sausage and some mustard-dipped pretzel. “I hit a wall about three years ago, and it’s been a slow recovery ever since. I’m lucky to able to move at whatever pace I’m comfortable with. I’m still only at fifty percent.”

I’d had no idea. I wouldn’t even have guessed it.

Camden reached up and stroked August’s cheek, and he turned and kissed the inside of Camden’s hand. It was a sweet exchange and shot a bout of longing into me, and it made me want to take care of August. I couldn’t help it. I was so goddamn drawn to him.

This explained Camden’s urge to hunt down someone who would complete their dynamic, though. He was very aware of his own limitations for the times he regressed, and he wanted his Daddy to have someone to lean on when Camden wasn’t able to be that person.