Page 128 of I Loved You First

“Sure.”

Pushing through the door before Ally, he pulled his aviators back on, walking next to her as they started down the sidewalk.

Ally settled her stylish sunglasses in place in the early afternoon sunshine. “I decided to wait until this morning to come to town. I dropped the papers off with Darius’ secretary when I got here. She said they look good—that she’ll file them before the court closes today.”

“Thanks for doing that.”

“Of course.”

“Should we head to the park?”

Ally nodded, crossing the street with him at the crosswalk. “This is great, Cam—me living much closer. I hope we’ll be able to do this regularly. I want to be friends. For Brady’s sake.”

He took a sip from his paper straw as they moved down the tree-shaded path. “That would be nice.”

“I want us to be able to spend time together.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” He gestured to the closest bench, eager to say what he needed to say. “I’m hoping I can talk to you about a couple of things.”

Ally nodded as she sat down. “Yeah. Sure.”

Sitting next to her, he felt his shoulders growing tenser as she smiled at him. Because Ally could go from amiable to nasty at the drop of a hat, especially where Fiona was concerned. “As Brady’s parents, I want us to be able to communicate openly and honestly.”

She nodded. “I agree.”

He sighed. “Brady and I were in Seattle for the last few days.”

Her smile vanished, and her posture changed as she sat ramrod straight. “Did you see Fiona?”

He nodded. “She came back with us, Ally.”

She rushed to her feet.

“Wait,” he said, snagging her hand before she could walk away. “Please sit down. Please talk to me.”

She sat back down, staring at the sidewalk. “Obviously, you two aren’t just friends.”

He shook his head. “Not long after she came home, we started talking again.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Talking. Right.” She looked at him now. “So, it’s serious, then? You guys are together again?”

He nodded. “Fi quit her job. She’s moving in with Brady and me.”

“No,” she said as she rushed up again. “That woman is not raising my son.”

He stood now before she could storm off. “She’s been raising your son. All summer long, she’s helped me out.”

“So that’s just it? I don’t get a say?”

He shook his head. “Not when it comes to who I spend my time with. Not when that person is good and loving and amazing with our child.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “We’re Brady’s parents, Cam.”

He nodded. “That’s true. But I’m asking you to make some room for Fiona.”

She shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

He sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair. This was going about as well as he’d expected. “Ally⁠—”