Page 53 of Risky Move

He shook his head as he decided which food to try first. “She spilled her drink, and I told her I’d listen for my niece and nephew if she wanted to change.”

Andrew caught his eye. “I saw Cam following her when she left the tent. Did he have anything to do with the drink spilling?”

Tom shrugged, wondering what exactly Andrew had witnessed. “I didn’t see how the drink ended up on her clothes.”

The unmistakable sound of the twins babbling came through the speaker. Tom began to stand, but Caryn placed her hand on his arm. “I’ll get them. Eat your dinner.”

“I’ll help you in a minute,” Andrew told her.

“Don’t worry. I saw Kelly go up to the house. I’ll call you if I need you.” Caryn brushed her lips against Andrew’s cheek. “Keep your brother company.”

Andrew waited until Caryn was out of earshot before he said. “I saw you…shall we say…have a conversation with Cam. What’s that all about?”

“He wouldn’t take no when Cassie told him she wasn’t interested. I interrupted when he grabbed her arm.” He watched his brother’s expression. “Unless he’s ignorant, he got the message to leave her alone.”

A smile hinted at Andrew’s lips. “Ready to go all caveman on him, as Caryn likes to say? You looked a tad possessive and pissed off.”

“You saw that?”

Andrew laughed. “Oh, yeah. Caryn had her back to you, so she didn’t see. Cam came back into the tent like a whipped donkey.”

“Just an ass.” Tom noted Andrew’s scrutiny. “You have something to say?”

“Nope. I’m good. Just checking to see if I need to follow up with Camden.”

“No need. He’s on notice. Don’t jeopardize team unity.”

Andrew barked a laugh. “If he brings an attitude to the clubhouse, he won’t leave with it. Trust me.” He leaned back in his chair, a speculative smile crossing his face. “Something you want to talk about?”

“Not that I know.” Tom cut up a piece of turkey and took his time savoring the taste.

Andrew reached over and slapped Tom’s shoulder. “Hypothetically… if you’ve thought about asking our nanny for a date, there’d be no objection from either Caryn or me.” A knowing smile spread slowly across his face.

“Hypothetically speaking? Appreciate it.”

* * *

Cassie hesitated as she approached the tent. Tom sat with Caryn and Andrew, the twins on their parents’ laps, eating bite-sized pieces of turkey and sweet potato from paper plates. Her stomach dipped when she looked at Tom, remembering how she felt with his hand against her back—and his tone when he confronted Cam.

Caryn waved her over and invited her to join them. “Hope your cute outfit didn’t stain.”

Cassie shrugged. “It’s washing right now. Fingers crossed.”

Tom pulled back the chair beside his. “Would you like a refill on that mimosa?”

“Thanks, I’m good.” She looked at Caryn. “I got my break while changing clothes. So nice and peaceful in your home.”

“It’s your home, too,” Caryn replied with a soft smile. “I don’t remember what it was like before you came.”

“Oh, I do,” Andrew said. “My stubborn, beautiful wife was beyond exhausted. So, thank you, Cassie—consider yourself part of our clan.”

Unexpectedly, Cassie blinked back tears. “That means a lot. Thank you.”

“Now, if we could just get you to agree to a long-term contract,” Andrew said, his blue eyes teasing her.

“Where do I sign?”

Tom held up his hand. “Sign without representation? Not advised.”

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