Semi-Sweet On You (Hot Cakes #4) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,98
the screen, her hair wild from not doing it for a couple of days because she was engrossed in the game, growling softly as she chased down trolls and ogres and monsters and kicked their asses in the name of saving the kingdom and freeing the people would be pretty hot. He wanted to see that.
“Can we use the word butt instead?” Maggie asked, but her expression said she knew the answer to that.
Didi looked at Henry. “You need to remember to use the word butt when you’re repeating this stuff to your mother.”
He nodded. “You’re right.”
Maggie sighed, but didn’t say anything more.
Cam grinned and took a bite of cheesy potatoes—which were the best thing to ever come out of his mother’s kitchen. He loved that Henry and Didi were coconspirators.
“You don’t want salad?” Henry asked Didi when she shook her head as he held the bowl out to her.
“No.”
“But you made it,” Henry said, slightly exasperated.
“So?” Didi asked.
“You made something you don’t like?”
“I put cucumbers in it.”
“You don’t like cucumbers?”
“No.”
“Why’d you put them in then?”
“You said you like them.”
Henry grinned at her. “I do.”
“So that’s why.”
“You can pick them out of yours and give them to me,” Henry offered.
Didi shook her head. “I cut them up really small.”
He sighed. “Okay.” He passed the bowl to his dad. “But next time, make them big so we can pick them out.”
“Okay.”
Cam grinned and took the basket of rolls from his sister, but when he glanced at Zoe, he could see tears in her eyes. He frowned. She smiled and shook her head. Then he looked at his mother. She had a wobbly smile and shiny eyes too. He glanced at Whitney. Her eyes were wet and she was watching Henry and Didi with a look of wonder.
Cam shook his head. But couldn’t help smiling. It was sweet. And he was glad Whitney was here to see it.
They ate and chatted comfortably and casually, but Cam couldn’t stop from glancing at Whitney over and over. She didn’t say much but she had a happy look on her face as she absorbed the conversation.
“So we have an announcement,” Josie said as Maggie started to push her chair back at the end of the meal.
Maggie had mentioned cinnamon roll cheesecake and Dax’s mouth had fallen open in amazement.
Maggie paused.
Dax looked from Maggie to Josie to Maggie and then back to Josie. “But… can you make the announcement over dessert?”
Josie shook her head and looked at Grant.
“You can’t wait two more minutes?” Grant asked Dax.
“You heard what she said, right?” Dax asked. “Cinnamon roll cheesecake. There’s not one word in that name that says I can wait two more minutes.”
“What if it’s something that’s really important to two of your best friends?” Josie asked.
Dax gave her a look, one eyebrow up. “Cinnamon. Roll. Cheesecake. You better be getting married or something if I’m waiting on that.”
Josie’s amused smile curved into a wide grin.
It took a second, but Dax’s eyes narrowed. Then he sat forward. Then he looked from Josie to Grant and back. “Are you getting married?”
Josie’s grin grew even wider; she nodded and held up her left hand. A gorgeous diamond ring twinkled under the light that hung over the dining room table.
There was a beat of silence and then all at once, everyone erupted into gasps and squeals and laughter and congratulations.
Except Cam and Whitney.
They looked at one another and grinned. They had a shared secret. Grant and Josie were already married. They’d gotten married when Josie had needed her gall bladder removed and hadn’t had the health insurance to cover it. They’d both thought it was a simple favor, a temporary marriage of convenience. Cam and Whitney had realized early on that it wasn’t simple and it shouldn’t be temporary.
Grant had asked Cam to act as his attorney to make sure the insurance claims went through smoothly. And to draw up the divorce papers.
He’d done both.
But he hadn’t wanted to draw up the divorce papers. He’d seen that Josie was exactly what Grant needed—and vice versa—and so he’d gone to Whitney to ask her what he should do.
It had been an impulse, but he hadn’t regretted it.
She’d been shocked. Then she’d been pleased. And inspired. Together, they’d come up with the idea to make the divorce papers only mostly official.
And it had worked. Once Grant and Josie thought they were officially divorced, they’d immediately realized they didn’t want to be. They’d been relieved, if surprised, to find out that Cam had kept