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“About what?”
Cam wanted to say all of it, but he knew it wouldn’t lead him anywhere helpful. It wasn’t like repeating everything for the three hundred and fifty seventh time would change anything.
But there were other things he wanted.
HeenjoyedTyler. And not just because his sassy nine-year-old self was a mini-me of his mom at that age.
The kid had potential, a great eye, and made Cam laugh like no one outside of his guys.
He saw himself losing yet another Breck because of something he’d done a decade ago when he was a stupid teenage boy. Which was apparently going to need to be printed on all his t-shirts now:
I Blame Teenage Me
Before Vivian could lay down more laws than he could navigate, he rushed on. “I’d like to mentor Tyler. He’s talented and interested. You of all people know we’re lucky we have a skill and a trade. I’d like to make sure if he’s able and stays interested, he’ll have that too if it’s what he wants.”
He knew he was on the right track. The other conversation would not have brought him where he wanted and he was going to have to live with that.
For now.
“And you’d make the rules,” he continued. “Because, honestly, I have zero interest in being the kid’s patsy.”
“Again.” Vivian finally broke out in a grin.
“What?”
“You have zero interest in being his patsyagain.”
Cam grinned. There she was. His sassy girl.
“I wouldn’t mind being your patsy.” He laughed as she turned, trying to hide her smirk and strode out of his workshop.
3
Vivian
Vivian was trying notto feel tag-teamed as she headed across the yard to have a talk with Tyler. She worked to shake off the feeling that Cam had gotten exactly what he wanted, even though her son had invited himself over and then she’d stormed his workshop ready to throw down.
It was hard to admit to herself Cam wasn’t in the wrong here.
She’d spent a lot of years blaming him for a lot of things—and sure, he deserved a huge chunk of that. But she had her fair share of blame to take as well.
But when she looked around her life now, what was the point of blame? She had her friends. She had her home. And best of all, she had Tyler.
She and Cam had been kids, both of them stupid in the way only someone with high emotions and low life experience could be.
Now they were adults and she liked her life—no, sheflipping lovedher life. Since she and Tyler had moved back to Starlight Harbor, things had been better than she could have hoped for. She’d used the money she’d gotten from selling the garage Charlie had left her and moved home.
She hadn’t realized Starlight Harbor was home when she’d been gone. She hadn’t longed for it or thought she’d missed it. But as soon as she crossed the town line when she’d returned to bury her mother, she’d known she’d be moving her and Tyler back for good.
She’d been braced for the judgment and the whispers. But people had mostly just nodded and moved on with a small welcome.
Starlight Harbor was in her soul like only a generational, small town could be.
It was home.
And now she was braced for a different type of battle: the one dealing with her son.
She was almost to the front door when a car flew into the drive, beeping at her as it did.
