Page 20 of I Loved You First

Unable to stop herself, she glanced back toward the house—their house.

“I can give you a tour if you want.”

She absolutely wanted to look around. But she was already occupying too much of Cam’s time. “Maybe when things quiet down.”

He opened his mouth to say something else when Brady walked over with far less pep in his step.

Cam frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel so good.”

Cam’s frown remained as he scooped up his son, holding him against his side. “What’s not feeling good?”

“My tummy. And I have a headache.”

“Again?” Cam lifted Brady’s arms one by one, studying them, then lifted his shirt, scrutinizing his stomach. “I don’t see a rash this time.” Cam looked at Fiona. “Do you see anything on his back?”

Fiona lifted his shirt, examining Brady’s baby-soft skin. “No.”

“He’s been getting on-and-off rashes for about four or five months now. I took him to the doctor, but it wasn’t particularly helpful since kids can get rashes from just about anything. I can’t figure out the culprit. The headaches and stomachaches are new, though.” He hugged Brady to him. “Maybe we need to go see Dr. Shaker this week.”

Brady rested his cheek on Cam’s shoulder. “Okay.”

Fiona’s heart melted as she stared at the two of them. Setting down her plate, she grabbed a napkin and one of the bottles of water, tipping it to wet the paper.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she slid the cloth along Brady’s forehead and the cheek she could reach, wiping away the sweat and dirt. “Maybe you got a little too hot.”

“Maybe,” Brady said, closing his eyes. “That feels nice and cool.”

Cam craned his head back, looking at his son. “Do you want to lie down for a few minutes?”

Brady nodded.

“I’m going to take him inside.”

Fiona nodded, sliding her hand up and down Brady’s back. “You know how to throw a really great dinosaur party. I hope you feel better soon.”

Brady lifted his head, holding out his arm to her.

Understanding that he wanted a hug, she returned his embrace, finding herself sandwiched between Cam and his son. She struggled to focus on comforting a little boy when she was entirely aware of her skin touching Cam’s, of his firm muscles pressed against her body, and of how good he smelled.

Brady eased back. “You give good hugs.”

She grinned as Cam did. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Will you be my best friend?”

She winked, more than a little in love, as she touched her finger to the tip of his nose. “Definitely.”

Brady beamed.

She chuckled. “Go rest your tummy and head so you feel good again.”

Cam started toward the house, walking backward. “I guess we’ll do a rain check on the tour.”

She nodded. “I need to get home anyway and find out what kind of mischief my mother’s gotten herself into. Undoubtedly, it’s something the doctor says she shouldn’t be doing.”

“Good luck with that. Thanks for coming.”