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The bastard hung up on me, and I lowered my phone to stare incredulously at the screen. Then I shook my head, took a sip of the juice, and…fuck, heard the footsteps of a brat approaching.
Noa was a skipper.
I had no time to get off the floor before he appeared in the doorway, and he immediately feared the worst. His eyes widened with worry, and as I said his name cautiously, ready to reassure him, he yelled out for KC.
“Daddy! Lucian is crying on the floor! Come quick!”
For chrissakes!
“Noa, I’m okay,” I grated out. Most of my crying fest was finally over. With a grunt, I pushed myself off the floor and returned the glass to the counter.
“Maybe a false alarm, but he looks like emotions exploded on his face!” Noa shouted toward the den. A second later, he’d rushed over to plaster himself to me, and he reached up and cupped my cheeks. “Tell me what’s wrong, Sir. Are you in pain? Do you need CPR?”
I choked out a laugh and hugged him to me. “My goofball—thank you for being another one who makes me smile through heartbreak.”
He looked up at me and frown-pouted. “Why are you heartbroken? Cameron’s coming home tomorrow.”
Yes, well.
I cleared my throat and wiped a quick hand over my eyes, hopefully for the last time tonight. “I worry that I’ve caused irreparable damage.”
He scrunched his nose. “No way.”
Oh, in that case…
I wished I had his optimism.
KC appeared in the doorway next, and he surveyed the situation and rested his cane against the end of the counter.
“I’m okay,” I said in advance. “I just spoke to Greer.”
“And he made you bawl?” he asked.
“Christ—must you two always be so crude? The situation made me emotional, yes. Let’s move on.”
KC and Noa exchanged an amused glance.
“Crude is kind of our thing,” Noa told me.
Oh, truly?
“Come on.” KC nodded toward the den. “Let’s cuddle away those red blotches on your face.”
With friends like these, I didn’t need enemies.
“I’ll bring a snack!” Noa went for the fridge and threw a glance at KC over his shoulder. “He can eat carrot sticks and cashews, right? There’s no salt or anything.”
He was standing right here, and…I supposed that didn’t matter at the moment. Noa was understandably going to double-check everything I said with KC for a while.
“That sounds great, freckles,” KC replied. “You can bring some ice cream for you and me.”
Great. Thanks. This feels wonderful. I’ll eat my fucking carrot sticks—you enjoy your ice cream.
CHAPTER 3
Cameron Jacobson
“Cameron?”
