The door finally opened and I stumbled through, slamming it behind me and leaning against it.
My fingers came up to touch my lips. They were still tingling. Still warm from his kiss.
I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I’d kissed Cam Rockford.
No. We’d kissed each other.
“Oh god.” I dropped my head into my hands. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
This was bad. This was so bad.
But… if it was so bad, why had it felt so good? It had felt... amazing. Perfect. Like something clicking into place that I hadn’t even known was out of alignment.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. My fingers were sticky with drying batter and flour and I winced as I pulled it free.
Cam! My heart leaped and I frantically wiped my hands on my jeans before swiping to open the message.
Are you okay?
A small smile curved my lips.
Yes. I didn’t mean to run, but I kinda freaked when I heard the girls.
I feel like I should apologize, but that would be a lie. I’m not even a little bit sorry.
My smile widened.
Me either.
So, we’re good?
I stared at the blinking cursor. We were good. We were better than good. But admitting that felt dangerous. It made it real.
I typed three different responses before settling on the simple truth.
We’re good.
Great, because I wanted to say, if you were going to the baseball on Saturday, you could ride with us. Save you having to drive all that way by yourself.
He wanted me there. In public. With his kids. After what just happened.
I bit my lip. Giddiness warred with the panic in my gut. The giddiness won.
That would be lovely, thank you.
Does ten am sound good?
Ten am is perfect.
Okay, see you then
I dropped my phone to the floor and stared at it for a second, a warm glow spreading through me. We were going to the baseball game. Together. After that kiss.
EMILY
When I stepped off my front porch, Cam was already standing by his truck, one hand on the open passenger door, his gaze tracking me across the yard.
