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My lips twitch at his earnest bearing and how deftly he brought that back around. “Okay… got it.”
“So…,” he prompts. “Do you like her? Because it’s okay if you do. I mean, I’m cool with that.”
There’s no thought of denial, deflection or word trickery. I tell him how it is. “I like her a lot.”
Travis grins, then spots something over my shoulder. His smile still in place, he says in a low voice, “Mom’s coming. We’ll keep this between us men.”
I hastily take another sip of beer so I don’t laugh at how unbelievably fucking cute that was. When his mom reaches the table, Travis says, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” Danica says pleasantly, tossing her purse into the booth and sliding onto the seat. As Travis walks away, she turns to me, “What were you two talking about?”
“What do you mean?” I hope my expression looks innocent enough.
Danica smirks… a mom who knows when she’s being bullshitted. “You were leaning in toward each other like you were telling secrets.”
I know better than to try to hide stuff from such a person and Danica is more than formidable.
“Your son,” I say with a jerk of my head toward the bathrooms, “just called me out. Wanted to know if I liked you inthe kissing way.”
Danica slaps her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh, her eyes exhibiting both amusement and horror. It drops away just as quickly. “What did you say?”
“I played stupid at first, but your kid is as smart as you. After much berating, I admitted I liked you a lot and then you reappeared, so that was the end of the conversation.”
“Was he okay with it?” she asks curiously. I note she doesn’t have an ounce of fear or hesitation in her tone, almost as if she trusts her son will have her back.
Which he does.
“He said he was cool with it.”
Danica cuts her eyes toward the bathroom, likely to be sure Travis is still there, and reaches over to slide her fingertips across the back of my hand. “I’ll talk with him later tonight and let him know I like you in the kissing way too.”
I look over my shoulder at the bathroom and lean closer to her. “Since we have Travis’s approval and all, think we can do lunch together Monday?” I lower my voice. “I could come to your place. Bring you food and we can spare maybe ten minutes to eat and fifty minutes letting me see how many ways I can make you scream?”
Danica flushes and it makes her prettier. “I’d like that a lot. But what if I want to make you scream instead?”
Jesus, the thought of how she would accomplish that tightens my groin. “I don’t scream,” I say, pointing out my manliness.
She leans across the table and lowers her voice. “No, you don’t. You make a growling noise. But I bet I can make you pant.”
My throat is dry but I refrain from sipping my beer to wet it. Our time is limited before Travis gets back and I want to hear all I can to hold me over until Monday. “And exactly how would you do that?” I rasp.
“With my hot, wet mouth on you.” Her eyes lock hard on mine and once again, a finger trails over my hand. Her voice is like velvet. “I’m going to make you see stars, Camden.”
Her eyes cut past my shoulders and she leans back, withdrawing her hand. “Travis is coming.”
“Fuck,” I say, shifting in my seat because my pants are way too tight. “Thank God he ordered dessert because I’m not going to be able to stand up anytime soon.”
Danica flushes again, but I see pride in her expression. She shoots me a wink and then turns to Travis with a smile as he slides into the booth beside her.
CHAPTER 23
Danica
My doorbell chimesand I suppress a yip of excitement, instead letting the joy at seeing Camden buzz through me like fizzy champagne. I shuffle-run my way to the door, my fuzzy bunny slippers preventing a full-out sprint. I swing it open and drink him in.
For those few seconds, I appreciate his male beauty, followed by the anticipation of what will come out of his mouth. Every single word is important to me.
His gaze makes a luxuriously slow slide down my body, taking in my loose braided pigtails because I was too lazy to blow it out, a ratty Guns N’ Roses T-shirt, gray leggings and lastly… my slippers that have floppy bunny ears, googly eyes and bent whiskers. My feet were cold.
