he was still frowning.
No. She wasn’t falling for him just because he was supportive of her career and made it one-thousand times easier on her to pursue it. But he’d helped her see that she could have it all. Him and Hot Cakes.
And… she could. It had stung a little to realize that part of what she needed was for him to not need her. Not need her there for regular family dinners or even every night by a certain time. To not need her to remember appointments or to meal plan or dust.
But she did need him for orgasms, dammit.
And cookies.
She sighed and snuggled closer and pulled Cam’s arm around her body and he sighed too.
Orgasms and cookies. Yeah, he could work with that.
20
Something woke them up at 4 a.m.
But it wasn’t an alarm. Or the theme song to Magnum, P.I.—on TV or on Cam’s phone.
But it was Didi. Shaking them awake.
She was at the bottom of Whitney’s bed, shaking the entire mattress. “Whitney! Camden! Wake up! Wake up! It’s bad!”
They both sat bolt upright.
“Grandma! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Whitney started to get out of bed, realized she was naked, realized Cam was beside her weighing down the other side of the sheet, yanked it hard, then realized that would leave him naked.
She grabbed for a pillow and tossed it over his lap and then yanked the sheet again, pulling it over her body and sliding out of the bed.
“Henry called. It’s Maggie,” Didi said.
Still half-asleep, Whitney stood at the side of the bed, blinking.
Henry? That name was familiar…
“What did he say?” Cam was off the mattress, the pillow clutched against his midsection, moving toward Didi.
Henry. Cam. Right, Cam’s little brother.
“Why did he call you?” she asked.
Okay, maybe at 4 a.m. that wasn’t the most important part of the situation. And it was 4 a.m.? She blinked at the clock. Why hadn’t Didi gotten up to watch Magnum, P.I.?
“He said Maggie got sick and they took her to the hospital,” Didi told Cam.
He reached her and put a hand on her shoulder, the other still holding the pillow in place. “Maggie is at the hospital?”
Whitney felt her stomach tighten as her grandmother nodded.
Then Whitney realized that Didi was dressed. Fully. She had on pants and a blouse and shoes. She even wore a necklace and had her purse in one hand. She had her hair brushed and—Whitney blinked—Didi was also wearing lipstick.
“We need to go,” Didi told him. “Right now.”
“I need to call Henry. Or Dad. Or Zoe.” Cam looked around for his phone, turning to face the bedside table.
Didi’s gaze dropped to his backside. “I already told you what he said,” she replied.
Whitney rounded the bed quickly, turning Didi by the shoulders and pulling her grandmother’s attention away from Cam getting dressed.
“Did Henry say what happened?”
“Maggie got sick and they called the ambulance and to tell Cam.”
“Fuck,” Cam swore.
Whitney glanced at him as her stomach roiled. This was not good.
“Can I see your phone?” she asked Didi.
She was praying that Didi had imagined the call, she could admit. It was 4 a.m. Usually Didi would have been up for a few hours by now and downstairs watching TV. Maybe Didi was sleep walking? Or just confused since it was the middle of the night. Why would Henry, of all the McCaffreys, call Didi of all the people?
“Okay.” Didi dug her phone out of her purse.
There was, indeed, a recent call from a number that was labeled HENRY. About thirty minutes ago.
She decided not to tell Cam about the time since the call. Clearly Didi had taken that time to get ready to go before coming in to tell Cam what was going on.
“My phone is down in the kitchen,” Cam said, now with his jeans on and the pillow back on the bed.
Whitney assumed hers was as well. She’d laid it and her keys and purse down when they’d first gotten home. Typically she brought it upstairs with her when she came to bed but, nothing about coming to bed last night had been typical.
She watched Cam stomp toward the door and listened to his steps on the staircase.
“We need to go,” Didi said again, taking her phone back. “Henry is really scared. He wanted to know when I’d be there.”
Whitney looked at her grandmother. “We can’t go. Cam will go and let us know what’s happening.”
The last thing the family needed was extra people around to take care of. And that’s what Cam would do. He’d