Owen crawls in. Cam kisses the top of his head. “Goodnight, buddy. Go to sleep now,” he whispers sleepily.
I smile. Owen almost always goes to Cameron’s side of the bed now because he knows that Cam, the big softie, will just let him in. At least I try and take him back to his own bed. He doesn’t do it every night anymore, though—probably three nights out of seven. It’s always around this time, too, and he always goes to Cam and not me.
I lie in the darkness with my arm around Cam, listening to the sound of my two men breathing deeply as they sleep, and I say my daily thank you to the heavens.
I’m finally home.
“Close the door, baby.” I watch Owen climb into the back seat of the car. I have the morning off after working late last night, and I’m dropping him at preschool. I pull out of the drive and onto the road when a song I hate comes on the radio. I push the button to change the channel.
“Oh, play mine and Dad’s playlist,” Owen suggests excitedly.
I frown as my eyes find him in the mirror. “You have a playlist?”
“Yes, number four.”
I flick through until I get to playlist number four and hit play.
The sexy beat comes on.
“Oh, this is your song, Momma.”
I frown. “What?”
“Dad said this is your song.”
I smirk and shake my head. The song playing is Candy Shop by Fifty Cent. It was the song that I walked down the catwalk to in the Escape Club that night. How does he even remember that?
I turn the corner as my mind goes back to that night. It seems like a lifetime ago and I get a visual of Cameron uploading the song to his playlist.
I do love that man.
“Yeah, Dad said this is your song because you’re really good at sucking lollipops,” Owen continues.
My eyes bulge.
Cameron. What the fuck?
Unable to help it, I break out in a broad smile. He does call me Mistress Head on occasion, but to tell our child lollipop information is going a step too far.
I shake my head and start to giggle, then I burst out laughing. This man kills me.
The things that go on in his brain, I will never know.
We drive along and listen to the sexy words and I get an idea. I’ll take you to the candy shop, all right, Dr. Stanton…
You’ll be cotton candy in my hands.
Friday Night.
Cameron spins me around on the dance floor as he sings the words out loud.
We’re in a cocktail bar and have come here after we had a Friday night dinner date in our favorite restaurant.
I smile as I watch him and he frowns as he sings to give it more oomph.
I laugh as he spins me again and I run my fingers through his two-day growth, staring up at him adoringly.
He smiles down at me and kisses me softly. “What are you looking at, Tucker?”
I shake my head. “The worst singer I’ve ever heard.”
“Worst singer?” He cringes. “Well, I’m the best dancer.” He twirls me out and I go flying into another couple dancing,
They stagger sideways as I hit.
“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Cameron stammers.
The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.
Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.
He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.
“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: In more ways than one.
His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”
Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.
I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.
The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.
Oh no.
“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.
The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.
He looks at me for a moment. “You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. You are my children’s nanny after all,” he announces so that everyone can hear him. The other people in the elevator all drop their heads as they