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“Shut up.” I slapped his chest. “We’ll be there,” I called out to the phone.

“If it gets my idiot brother out of a crummy mood, his favorite nephew watched his game today and wants to tell him how awesome he thinks his uncle Cam is.”

Cameron’s chest swelled with pride, and I hid a laugh behind my hand. “Fine. We’ll be there. You weren’t out at the ranch today?”

“Um. No. Next time. Wanted to watch this one alone.”

That practically never happened, and Cameron gave me a concerned look before finally sighing. “Fine. What time?”

“Six.”

“That’s thirty minutes from now,” Cameron said.

“Then it’s a good thing you live close. Figured with what you’d do after the game, by now you’d be starving. Unless you’re not the man I think you are.”

“Oh, I am going to punch you in the dick for that.”

“I’m plenty hungry,” I shouted through the phone to Caleb, laughing. “See you soon!”

Cameron hung up the phone and scowled at me.

Before he could get all grumpy about not getting his way, I jumped off the island. “I should get dressed.”

“Just wear that,” Cameron said. “It’ll make dinner go by a hell of a lot faster.”

Chapter 29

Cameron

I loved my brother. I did not love the fact I was pulling into his driveway with Ava sitting next to me, needing to share her for even the shortest amount of time when we only had such little time together to begin with.

I missed her like crazy when I was separated from her. It felt like it took twenty years for us to get together, and we only had brief weekends, and only then when I wasn’t traveling.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” she said to me as we pulled into Caleb’s driveway.

“You owe me for this.”

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home, I promise.” As she said it, she reached across the center console and slipped her hand over my groin. I grabbed her wrist, brought her hand to my mouth, and kissed the back of it.

“Don’t tease me, or I’m turning around.”

Ava had the nerve to laugh at me and unbuckle her seat belt. “Come on, Grumpy. Let’s go see your favorite nephew.”

“He’s my only nephew.” Landon was a freaking cute kid. Bonus: He loved football before he ever saw a hockey rink in person, so in truth, he probably liked me more than he liked his dad.

Something I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing in Caleb’s face.

We climbed out of the truck, and I took Ava’s hand in mine. If we were going to have to spend time with people, we’d do it with me holding her, touching her, reminding me she was there and wasn’t going anywhere even during the time we were separated.

A few weeks we’d done this back-and-forth thing, and I was already over it.

If her dad hadn’t bought her that home in New Haven, I’d be begging her to move in with me.

We weren’t yet to the bottom of the stairs leading to the front door when it flew open and Landon’s little body raced down the stairs.

I dropped Ava’s hand right before Landon launched his body at me.

“Unca Cam! You did great today!”

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