Sliding his gaze to Michael again, Cam’s jaw twitched. If Mia found out he’d seen her hair she’d probably go crazy.
Best not to tell her. Because if she knew, she almost definitely wouldn’t come over to his place on Saturday.
And he really wanted to see her. Needed to. Since yesterday morning, he’d felt more alive than he had in years. She was a beautiful enigma he wanted to solve. A game he wanted to win more than anything else.
He’d always loved games, and he’d always been a winner. Until his latest injury. But injuries didn’t matter when he had her pinned against the shower wall. Nothing did. Just the sweet sensation of her lips against his as his hand curled around her ass, giving and taking all at the same time.
Damn, he needed to stop thinking about her, especially with her son sitting six feet away. “You want something to eat?” he asked Michael, clearing his throat to stop his voice from sounding so low and thick. “I have a few bags of chips in the cupboard.”
Michael shook his head. “I’m trying to cut down on saturated fat.”
Logan laughed again. “Kid, you don’t have an ounce of fat on you. You’re too young to worry about putting on weight.”
Michael shrugged. “I read an article about macros.” His eyes flickered up to Cam’s. “I heard you try to follow them when you’re playing.”
Cam blinked. Michael had been reading about him? That was weird. And maybe a little flattering. “I do try to eat better when I’m training or playing,” Cam agreed. “But a few chips never hurt.”
Michael shrugged. “I’m still good.”
“You know what?” Cam drained the last of his coffee. “I think you’ve done enough yard work for today. Why don’t we go throw the football instead?”
“Seriously? Yeah, that’d be great.” Michael grinned.
“If you can put the mower away, I’ll grab a ball,” Cam told him.
Michael was out of the kitchen like a shot, leaving his half-drunk Coke on the counter.
“He’s a nice kid.” Logan gave Cam a strange stare. “I think he has a bit of a hero complex about you, though.”
“Are you going to come play ball?” Cam didn’t want to think about any kind of complexes.
“Yeah, I’ll throw a few. But first you need to tell me who this blonde is. Somebody I know? Or did she come visit you from Boston?”
Cam looked away from his twin, in case he could read the truth in his eyes. “It was nobody. Just a one time thing.” Grabbing a ball from the closet, he hitched it under his arm and headed toward the yard. “You coming?”
How’s your shoulder? – C xx
Holding up. I’m thinking it might only be $5000 worth of damage. – M
That’s reduced by 50% in a few days. By next week I’ll owe you nothing ;) – C xx
That’s not how reducing something by 50% works. It’ll be reduced to a quarter by next week. Then an eighth after that. Do you need a math refresher? – M
You can give it to me on Saturday morning. After I’ve made you come. – C xx
Who says I’m coming on Saturday morning? In either respect? – M
You’ll be there. – C xx
So sure of yourself. – M
Yep. And sure of you, too. I’ll see you on Saturday. – C xx
Not if my shoulder’s still hurting, you won’t. - M
“Coffee’s up.” Becca craned her head around Mia’s office doorway. “You want me to bring it in, or are you joining us in the kitchen?”
Mia shut the lid on her laptop and pushed herself up to standing. “I’ll drink it with you guys. I could do with a break. I don’t think I’ve moved from my desk since I got in this morning.”