“Everything is going to be fine, baby girl. Cam needs us, so we’re going to help bring him and Fire home with us, fair?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Daddy. And we get to see Uncle Mark, so that’s amazing.”
“It is. And Cam is going to be fine. We just have to believe that. After all, he helped me get all healed up, right?”
“Right!” Rachel pumped her fist, catching his eye in the rearview. “I’ll read to him.”
“We can all read to him.” Sarah pursed her lips and gave her sister a sideways stare. He needed to keep his eyes on the road, but they were fascinating back there. “Cam likes all kinds of books.”
“He does. Did you pack books and stuff, Daddy?”
“I packed the books y’all are reading, and we have your tablets and eBooks. Also, guess what? Las Vegas has Walmarts and bookstores.”
“I like bookstores.” Bekka sighed. “Is it okay if I take a nap?”
“Absolutely. We’ll stop in a bit for a pee break and to run around.”
He pushed the SUV a little faster. He needed to get to his man. Now.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cam woke up with a splitting headache, a dry mouth, and the awful taste of antiseptic in his mouth. The last thing he remembered smelling was dirt mixed with manure as he went down on the arena floor, so that meant he was in a medical place somewhere, dammit.
He tried to open his eyes, but the light was so damn bright he squeezed them shut, groaning.
“Shh…you just keep those pretty eyes closed. You want some ice chips?”
Oh.
Oh, Mitch.
Thank fucking God.
He tried for a smile, knowing it probably looked like something out of horror movie. “Please. Hey, baby.”
“Hey, you. You worried me. I was half afraid you wouldn’t know who I was when you woke up.” Ice chips slipped in his dry lips.
Now he frowned instead, blinking hard because he wanted to see Mitch’s face. “How long was I out?”
“A day and a half. The girls are here in the hotel. I have a dozen videos for you. They can’t wait to see you.”
“Who’s with them?” There was no way Mitch would leave those girls alone in a hotel, but he needed to know. Last he’d heard, everyone was down with the flu at his mom’s camp.
“Mark. He flew in, and he’s spoiling and occupying, so I can be here with you.” Mitch’s hand was solid, warm against his thigh.
“Oh, that’s cool. I’m glad. Is he okay?”
Mitch chuckled. “Yeah, he and the girls are having a little mini-vacation at the hotel. It’s kind of a boutique place and they have a hot tub and stuff. I have to admit, I’m a little more worried about you.” Mitch patted his hand, the one that didn’t have the IV in it.
Cam shook his head, then cried out. “What the fuck was that? You’d better tell me what is wrong with me, honey.” His eyes popped open then and stayed open, gaze on Mitch’s face. That had fuckinghurt.
“Bad concussion. Broke collarbone and wrist. Some road rash. Now that you’re awake, and you know who you are, it’ll move faster.”
“Shit. That’ll make a mess of the holidays, huh?”
“Nah. We did a lot before you left. The house is decorated. We intend to make you the official cookie tester and Christmas cartoon chooser.” Mitch didn’t sound worried at all.
“Well, I can do that, but?—”
