“But he’s not, and this is going to be great.”
“I agree. Baker is actually helping me as much as I’m helping him, so it’s a win-win.”
“Well, good luck, not that you’ll need it. I’m a little jealous you get to spend so much time with Cam. Call me tonight and let me know how it goes, and you might as well text the ladies group chat, because you know they’re going to be asking, too.”
I chuckle. “Sounds good. Have a good day.”
“You, too.” The call ends just as I pull into their neighborhood. Foster is the only one who doesn’t live here, and something tells me he’s not opposed to it; he’s just waiting for something or someone. Maybe he wants to find his forever love before he makes a move. Either way, I know the guys have been working on him, telling him he needs to buy a house in the neighborhood. It’s only a matter of time before they wear him down.
Turning into the driveway, I grab my phone, keys, and purse, and climb out of the car. My foot is barely on the first step when the front door opens. Baker is standing there in a pair of gray sweats, his hair mussed, and he’s not wearing a shirt. Camden is sitting on his hip, grinning, with a baby pancake in his hands.
“Swoan!” he cheers.
“Hey, Cam.” I smile at him while I force my eyes away from his father’s bare chest. I’ve seen Baker shirtless countless times. Today, it’s hitting different. Is it the mussed hair? The gray sweats, which are like porn for me, or maybe it’s the adorable little boy in his arms. My eyes take him in again, and I decide it's all the above. “Daddy Sin.” I smile at him, trying my hardest to keep my eyes locked on his hazel ones. He really does have beautiful eyes.
“Morning, Sloane,” Baker says, his voice gruff.
Damn, Daddy Sin is sexy first thing in the morning.
“Swoan!” Camden says again, reaching for me.
“Bud, you’re all sticky.” Baker laughs as Camden reaches for me.
“This isn’t my first rodeo. Come here, cutie.” I step close, dropping my phone and keys into my purse, letting it fall to the porch, and take Camden from his daddy’s arms. “What do you have there?”
“Pamcake.” He holds it up so that I can see.
“Yum.”
Camden takes a big bite. “Yum,” he says, mocking me.
“You’re too cute,” I say, tickling his side. He squirms and laughs, and it brightens my day. This is the right choice. I don’t know why life led me here to this moment, but I know it’s the right move. This little man deserves all the love and affection I can shower him with, and I plan to do exactly that while I’m here.
“Come on in,” Baker says, rubbing the back of his neck. He steps to the side and pushes open the door, allowing me to walk through. I keep my eyes on his son, because the man is too damn distracting right now, and I know myself. I won’t be able to hold back from ogling him.
Focus, Sloane.
“Bite?” Camden offers me his pancake.
I pretend to take an exaggerated bite. “Delicious!” I say excitedly, and he giggles, before turning to his dad.
“Bite.”
Baker’s eyes soften as he leans in and takes a small nibble of his son's breakfast. His scent, something woodsy, washes over me, and I shift my stance, taking a step back to get a reprieve. “Thanks, bud.” Baker smiles at his son.
He’s being a good dad while I stand here thinking about how delicious he smells. I need to get my head on straight. “What’s on the agenda for the day?” I ask Baker, walking to the opposite side of the island, to put some space between us.
“This little guy is going to need a bath, and then I thought we could go to the park. I could show you our route and all his favorite things there.”
“Oh, the park. Are we going to go down the slide?” I ask Camden.
“Swide!” he says, bouncing in his seat.
“Hmmm, well, I think you need to finish that pancake, and is this yours?” I reach for the sippy cup of milk and hand it to him. He gets a hold of it and takes a long pull from his milk.
“Ahh,” he says, once he’s done, and I can’t hold in my laughter. This kid is cute as hell.
“That good, huh?” I ask him. He bobs his little head, taking another dramatic bite of his pancake.
