Page 76 of Unstoppable Love

“We did well. Our defense struggled the first half, but it happens, especially this early. They got it together in the second half and did even better in overtime.”

“Think you’ll be as good this year as last?”

“Better, hopefully, if it means we make it to the Super Bowl again.”

That was rare. Few teams made back-to-back appearances. Even fewer could win both. “Maybe since you lost last year, that means this year’s your year.”

“Your faith in me is extraordinary,” he teased.

I watched his corded throat bob as he swallowed the bottled water in almost one full go.

“Well, until a few hours ago, I didn’t know you were so impressive.”

Cameron chuckled and swatted at my backside before he reached and grabbed the prosciutto from my hands.

“Hey!” I grabbed for it, but he tossed it in his mouth, chewing with a sassy little smirk on his face I’d seen so often over the years.

It filled me with the same anger now, without all the mix of hatred. Somehow, I think Cameron still enjoyed the anger, though.

He threw out his hands and stepped back. “What are you going to do about it?”

I glared at him. Considered. He was a foot taller than me. Nothing. There was nothing I could do about it, and we both knew it. “I’ll think of something. When you’re least expecting it.”

Cameron laughed at me and swiped a chunk of cheese off the plate. “I know I was messing around earlier, but did you have fun today?”

“I always enjoy being around your family.”

A spark of pain flashed in his eyes, and I knew he was remembering how he’d badger me, goad me, or somehow find me just to end up being cruel. I continued before he could apologize. “Also, I think Lydia has some sort of weird crush on Dalton all of a sudden.”

“No shit?”

“Feels like it came out of nowhere, but she was enjoying ruffling his mean ol’ feathers tonight.”

“Man doesn’t have feathers, he’s more robot than human.”

“Not inaccurate, but I did talk to Bryce. I’m going to head out there sometime this week. He’s going to let me know when it’s slower so we can talk.”

“Awesome.” His hand hovered over a chunk of summer sausage. “Will you slap me if I take this?”

“No.” I shoved the wood platter toward him and jumped on the counter. It was habit. More often than not, I sat on the island instead of sitting in a chair at my kitchen table.

Cam’s gaze went to the countertop. “Probably should have cleaned that before sitting on it.”

“I did. When you went outside to grab your bag and were getting dressed.”

No way would I prepare food on any surface he’d defiled me on without sanitizing it first.

“So. Plans for the weekend? Do you have to do any work?”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “I’m all yours.”

“Damn straight.” He leaned forward and sealed his mouth to mine. The kiss was quick, hot, and gone far too quickly.

For someone who was still scared of what we were starting, I certainly wasn’t hesitant when it came to the physical stuff. It was everything else I was still sorting through.

“Come on.” Cameron picked up the platter. “Let’s go enjoy this on your patio. I’m curious to hear all your ideas for your garden.”

“Really?”

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