Page 87 of A Simple Regret

“Yep!”

When the check comes, Dad scoops it up first, insisting he pay the bill.

“Well, I’ll get the tip then,” Camden says, pulling cash from his wallet and placing it on the table.

“Let’s get your coat on, Theo,” I state, standing up to help.

“Cam!” he insists, holding his coat for Camden to assist.

When we all have our coats on and the bill has been paid, we head for the front door, one of Theo’s hands tucked firmly in each of Camden’s and my hand. “Tell Papa bye and thank you for the sleepover,” I state when we reach the sidewalk outside.

“Bye, Papa! Tanks for the sweepover.”

“You’re most welcome, buddy. Come over any time.”

Dad heads toward his vehicle, while we walk in the opposite direction toward mine. “Cam, we have sweepover?” my son asks when we reach my little SUV.

“Hmm, maybe someday? I don’t have an extra bed at my house for you right now,” Camden says.

“You sweep at my house den,” he replies casually. “We pway wiff cars and bwocks.”

“But where will I sleep? Your bed isn’t big enough for both of us,” Camden reminds my son, referring to his toddler bed.

“You sweep in Mommy’s bed,” Theo insists with a laugh, as if it’s the most common, yet funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Hmm, your mommy’s bed, huh?” Camden lifts him up and gets him buckled in his car seat. When he shuts the door, he steps closer to me, getting right in my personal space. “Sounds like permission to me,” Camden whispers, a sexy little smirk on his lips.

“From a three-year-old,” I remind, shaking my head and trying not to smile. I fail, of course.

“Still. I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Shortcake. Theo says we can have a sleepover, then it seems only logical to do what he suggests.”

I roll my eyes. “We’ll see.”

He sighs. “You just mothered me, didn’t you?”

I laugh and step forward, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. “We can have a sleepover soon, I promise. But not during the week. I’ll never get him to sleep with you in the house.”

He smiles that wicked little smile of his. “And what about you? Something tells me you’ll be the one not getting any sleep with me in the house.”

My thighs clench together as goosebumps pepper my skin. “Something tells me you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” he insists, opening the passenger door so I can climb inside. Even though it’s my car, Camden drove up to the diner this morning.

I climb inside and reach for my seat belt.

He follows, leaning in and brushing his lips across the shell of my ear. “Mark my words, Shortcake. By the end of next week, I’ll be in your bed and between your thighs all night long. Count on it.”

Wait until next weekend to be with Camden again?

Looks like it’s going to be a very long week…

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

Camden

I have my hands full with bags as I walk from my house to the neighbor’s. After spending the afternoon helping my dad, I made a quick trip to the grocery store and grabbed stuff for dinner before stopping by the house to clean up from our garage time.