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My nose scrunched. “I don’t remember issuing a challenge.”
He smirked. “Oh, you so did.”
“Are you two arguing?” Cammie asked, opening the door so she could lean out.
“No,” I said.
Ben clapped his hands together. “Okay, you two. Let’s get to the snowball shack before it closes.”
Hunter scrambled out. “Your car is so cool.”
“I’d give you a ride, but I don’t have a second car seat.”
My heart was still beating rapidly at his admission. “I can move the booster over. It’s no big deal.”
Ben smiled. “In that case, what do ya say, Hunter? Want to ride in my car?”
“Yeah,” Hunter said like the answer should have been obvious.
I opened the back seat of my car to retrieve the booster seat, but Ben moved past me to grab it. “I’ll get it.”
“Thanks,” I said as he moved it to his car and made sure Hunter was securely fastened. With the door to the back seat closed, Ben turned to me. “Meet you there.”
“Yeah.” My throat was dry, and my heart was working overtime.
Ben smiled again, that irresistible smile. The one that said he went after what he wanted, and he always won.
A tingle ran through my body at the prospect. I was in so much trouble.
ChapterFourteen
BEN
Idrove to the snowball stand with Cammie and Hunter talking in the back seat and tried not to think about how good Brooke looked on the baseball field. She was clearly out of her element, which made her even hotter.
I tried to focus on the kids’ conversation.
“You have a toad?” Cammie asked. I looked in the rearview mirror to see her eyes wide in delight.
“I have three,” Hunter said proudly.
“Did you name them?” Cammie leaned closer to him.
“Well, there’s Trevor one, Trevor two, and the new one, Trevor three.” Hunter ticked them off on his fingers.
Cammie’s nose scrunched, and I knew she’d have something to say about that. “You named all of them Trevor?”
“Well, yeah. It’s the best name,” Hunter said stubbornly.
Cammie thought about that for a few seconds. “Can I come see them?”
“We’ll have to ask Hunter’s mom, sweetie,” I interjected.
Cammie turned her attention to me. “Can I ask her when we get to the snowball stand?”
“Brooke’s my aunt. Not my mom.”
“Oh.” Cammie’s forehead wrinkled.
