Semi-Sweet On You (Hot Cakes #4) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,70
even have the other guys on her side if she threw a muffin at Cam. Provided she had a good reason. Which she would. Of course.
If they were to try to have a relationship and he left dirty socks all over the bedroom rather than putting them in the hamper or something, she’d just throw muffins at him at home. She’d save work muffin throwing for work-related issues.
Not that she and Cam were going to try to have a relationship.
At least not one that involved his socks on her bedroom floor.
They were going to be… something that had nothing to do with socks. She supposed they had a relationship in the strictest sense of the word. The way she had a relationship with Aiden. There was history, sure, but she had history with Aiden too. Hers and Cam’s was more complicated and involved but she was now as involved with Cam as she was with Aiden.
Though Aiden wasn’t in her kitchen right now. With chocolate. Making her think about how chocolate sauce would be far better for nipple-licking than cookie dough.
She really wanted to go into that kitchen right now.
So instead she turned and headed upstairs to check on Didi.
Didi was in bed but not asleep. She had her favorite pink nightgown on and was sitting up, propped against her headboard, reading. Whitney smiled as she stepped into the room. She’d listened to so many stories sitting on that very bed in that same position with Didi.
They’d started with the usual childhood bedtime stories and nursery rhymes but they’d quickly gotten to Little Women, Alice in Wonderland, A Little Princess, The Chronicles of Narnia, Little House on the Prairie and Nancy Drew. They’d read The Diary of Anne Frank together, a first for both of them, and gone on to read other classics that Didi hadn’t read before, discussing them under the down comforter in their own little world. It had been their own tiny book club and Whitney would always be grateful to Didi for her love of reading.
“What are you reading?” she asked, moving into the room.
Didi looked up and smiled. She turned the book so Whitney could see the front. “I’ve had this book forever, but I don’t think I’ve read it.”
It was Anne of Green Gables. Whitney kicked her shoes off, making sure they landed over near Didi’s armchair and out of the path Didi would take from the bed to the door when she got up in the night. Whitney pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt as she joined Didi on the bed, sliding in next to her, and cuddling close. “You have. We read it together.” They’d read it three times, actually.
Didi laughed softly. “Well, it’s like reading it for the first time. Which is actually lovely.”
Whitney put her head on Didi’s shoulder and took her hand, cradling Didi’s between her own. “I would love to be able to read some of my favorites again for the first time. You’re lucky.” She meant that. There were so many unfair things about Alzheimer’s and she dreaded most of them, but she’d take the few silver linings she could find.
Didi kissed the top of her head. “I think so too. I’m very lucky to have you and Cam taking care of me.”
Whitney smiled. Of course Didi already loved Cam. “You had a good day?”
“Oh we’ve had a lovely few weeks,” Didi said. “He’s so funny and kind. Yoga is fun, the kittens are so cute. I’m so good at the east warriors. I had four purple diamonds and killed three trolls just today. I’ve never met a man who can make good mashed potatoes. And the margaritas are the best I’ve ever had. He didn’t even get mad about the dented pot.”
Whitney repeated all of that silently, trying to figure each thing out. Okay, yoga and kittens did actually go together in Appleby. Had they gone to Paige’s? It was possible. Cam did go to yoga at Paige’s studio. It was why Whitney had changed the class time she attended. Watching Cam stretch and bend and flex the one time they’d been in class together had been too much for her. Apparently, it had been too much for several women because, according to Piper, who also attended regularly, Paige had asked Cam to move to the back of the room for future classes.
But Whitney had never thought about taking Didi to yoga. She’d assumed Didi would be bored after just a few minutes