ng fiend.
She lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug. "How hard can it be? She's five. No baby food, no diapers."
"And tons of energy."
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared down her nose at him. "Okay, mister. What do you know about it?"
"More than you, apparently," he teased. "I used to babysit every Wednesday and Friday in high school."
"Seriously?"
"We needed the money." He spoke the words flatly, without any editorial tone. His life was what it was, and it was a hell of a lot different than Darryl and Mina's. But she knew that as well as he did.
Cam and Darryl had met in a park near Cam's house the summer after second grade. Darryl and Mina were spending June with their mother, who was downwardly mobile after her divorce, and who'd moved into a small house one block over from where Cam and Kiki lived with their grandmother.
They'd become fast-friends, albeit mostly summer ones.
"Do you remember Mrs. Waring?" Cam asked.
"Sure. She lived at the end of Mom's block. She had what, three kids?"
"Four. And her husband died when the youngest was five months."
"You sat for them?"
He spread his hands. "Closer than riding my bike to Whataburger and flipping meat patties."
"Hmm," she said, pursing her lips as she studied him.
"What?"
"Got any plans for Sunday?"
If he did, he'd cancel them. But he played it cool. "Why?"
"Because Brent has a meeting here all morning about the renovations, and then after that he has a date."
"Really? With who?"
"No idea. He said Jenna fixed him up."
As far as Cam knew, Jenna, Reece, and Brent had been best friends since about the dawn of time. And now that Jenna and Reece were a couple, Cam was certain that Jenna was trying to find a girl for Brent--whether Brent wanted one or not.
"Let me guess--he asked you to watch Faith."
"And wouldn't it be great if I had someone with experience by my side? Could you? Are you working?"
"I'm not sure, actually." He'd just been promoted to the assistant weekend manager position, and Tyree had given him tomorrow off to chill and enjoy. But when Cam had last checked, Tyree hadn't posted Sunday's schedule.
He glanced around for the owner, but didn't see him in the crowd. And considering what a big man Tyree was, that probably meant he was in the office.
"Hey, Mike," he said to the eighteen-year-old bar back who was unloading the freshly washed bar glasses from a green plastic rack. "When you head back to the kitchen, could you pop your head in the office and tell Tyree I have a question?"
"Sure," Mike said, flashing a quick grin that so resembled Reece that it reminded Cam that the two were family. Cousins, actually. And apparently close ones.
A few minutes later, Mike was gone, but then Tyree re-appeared in his place. "Sunday? Yeah, you're on from four to close."
"Oh." His eyes cut to Mina, then back to Tyree. "No problem."