Page 43 of Camden

“Going shopping for the nursery with Stephanie.”

“Where are they going?” I asked, and he raised a brow in question but answered, anyway.

“I think she said the baby store on fourth.”

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. “What time?”

His head swiveled in my direction, eyes narrowed. “I think she said around eleven. But I’m sure she’ll let me know when they leave. Why?”

“No reason.”

He chuckled, not believing me for a second. “Right.”

“Wanna stop and grab some coffee?” I drove toward Stacey’s. I didn’t get up early enough to catch Stephanie there today. Even on her days off, she was there in her booth, bright and early.

Mason yawned. “Sure. What did you do last night?” He messed with the laptop between us, putting in random license plate numbers while we sat at the stoplights.

I cleared my throat. “I, uh, had a date, actually.”

His head shot up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “No shit? Please tell me it was Stephanie. If not, I don’t wanna know. That way, I won’t have to break it to Rylie.”

“Why would you have to tell her at all?” I asked, and he gave me a look that said,you’re kidding, right?We both knew he wouldn’t be able to keep shit from Ry. “Okay, stupid question. It was Stephanie.”

“How’d it go?”

A grin broke across my face so big my cheeks hurt. “Really fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My house still smells like burned food, but it was worth it.”

His eyes widened. “You cooked for her?”

“Not you, too,” I grumbled as we pulled into the cafe parking lot.

Throwing the cruiser into park, Mas barked out a laugh, his shoulders shaking. “There’s a reason everyone just asks you to pick up the beer.”

“Funny,” I deadpanned and stepped out of the car, leaving him behind.

He caught up quickly, meeting me stride for stride. “I’m serious, man. Why didn’t you take her out to dinner?”

I shook my head. “It’s your fault, man.”

“How the hell did I do this?”

“You went on and on about how great your first date was with Ry that it was the first thing that popped into my head when she gave me the opening.” The mention of his first date with Rylie had hearts swimming in his eyes. I swear to god the man was completely obsessed with his wife.

Pregnancy demon and all.

He held the door open for me, nodding once. “Right. When is the second date?”

I groaned, my head rolling back. “That’s the part I fucked up.”

“That’s the part? I would’ve thought dinner was your fuck up.”

“I forgot to make plans to see her again.”

He smirked as we stepped up to order our coffee.

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