Page 87 of I Loved You First

Moving to the door, Cam smiled as he opened it enough to poke his head out. “Hey, buddy.”

Brady frowned. “Your door was locked. The rule is no locked doors.”

“You’re right.” He glanced behind him toward the floor and closet, making sure there were no telltale signs of Fi that Brady might see. Because Fiona had been absolutely right. Brady didn’t miss much. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Can I lay in bed with you? I’m not tired anymore, so I brought a book.” He held up the Seattle book he was currently obsessed with.

“Actually, I’m pretty hungry this morning,” he said, opening the door wider as he turned to grab a fresh T-shirt from his drawer and then his phone off the floor where it sat on the jeans Fi had taken off him. “What if we head downstairs and have some breakfast?”

“Okay.” But Brady’s frown returned as he stood in the doorway. “Why is your bed so messy?”

Cam scratched his jaw. “I tossed and turned a lot.”

“Because you couldn’t sleep well?”

“Exactly.” Settling his hand on Brady’s shoulder, he steered him down the hall. “How about we make something special this morning? Maybe pancakes or waffles since it’s Sunday.”

“Yeah! Let’s have pancakes!”

“You’ve got it.” He let his shoulders relax, confident that Fi was on her way down the deck steps as they headed down the stairs. He could only thank his lucky stars for locks because that had been a hell of a close call. His need for Fi had made him careless. “Do you want bacon or sausage with your pancakes?”

“Sausage. And eggs, too.”

Cam raised his brow. “Are you growing or something?”

Brady grinned. “Yup. I’m getting bigger for big kid school.”

“Pretty soon, you’ll be as tall as me.”

Brady chuckled. “Someday I will be but not yet. Probably in fifty days.”

“Hopefully, it’ll take a little longer than that.”

They moved past the office, and Brady gasped when he glanced toward the big window. “Look! It’s Fiona!”

Cam clenched his jaw as he watched Fi quickly walking toward the borrowed truck, barefoot and in her wrinkled clothes. “There she is.” He immediately selected Fi in his texts.

Brady spotted you.

He watched Fiona lift her phone and stop dead. Then she turned, heading back toward the house.

Brady ran to the front door, opening it. “Fiona! You’re here when it’s early!”

She grinned. “I am.” Her eyes were still sleepy and her hair disheveled as her gaze met Cam’s. “I thought it would be fun to have breakfast with you guys.”

Brady jumped up and down. “Yeah!” He grabbed Fiona’s hand, pulling her into the house, letting the door slam behind them. “We’re having pancakes and sausage and eggs.”

“That sounds great.”

“How about you grab the pancake mix for us and the maple syrup from the fridge,” Cam suggested.

Brady took off down the hall. “Okay.”

Cam stared at Fiona. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I definitely didn’t.” He studied her gorgeous face, wanting her again. “You forgot a couple of things.”