“Yeah, I’m all right. Look at this, we’re home.”
“Fuckin’ A.” Cam peered out the window. “I guess Wilder still has Rosie.”
“He said to call as soon as we got home, and he’d bring her over.”
“I’ll text him now, then. The girls won’t be happy until he’s home.” It said a lot about Cam’s dexterity as a roper that he was able to text one-handed, typing with his thumb. The man was kind of a wonder that way. Of course, Mitch knew how talented Cam’s hands were, and the thought made his cheeks flush a little.
Injured or no, he was looking forward to being back in his bed with Cam too. He was sick of sleeping by himself.
Okay, he was sick of sleeping with Rachel. She kicked.
Bekka stirred, blinking her eyes open. “Are we home, Daddy?”
“We are so home, baby girl. Are you happy?”
“I made it in time for all the Girl Scout parties.” She unbuckled herself and reached for the car door handle.
“Let me get out first, just in case.” He knew the house hadn’t been completely deserted. They’d been coming and feeding and everything. But he didn’t like the idea of Bekka running out into the drive when Mark was still parking in the trailer, and the house was unlocked and all that stuff.
She stopped, dutifully waiting for him to get out and go unlock the front door. He checked all around real quick and then came back out to get the girls and Cam.
He laughed because Cam had them singing a Christmas song. He thought it was “Deck the Halls,” but he wasn’t sure because Rachel didn’t really know it that well, so she was sort of la-la-ing the whole song.
“Come on, guys, help me get Daddy Cam into the house.”
Cam grunted as he eased out of the backseat. They’d put his bad side in toward the middle of the car so he could use his good arm to lever himself out. “I would tell you I could carry some bags or something, but I don’t think I can,” Cam grumbled.
“It’s okay, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. I didn’t want you to get hurt, you know that, but it’s tit for tat. You took care of me, now we’re going to take care of you.”
Mark hopped out of the truck and looked around, smiling. “Home, home, home, huh?”
“You know it. I’ll get Cam in the house, then I’ll start unloading the horses.”
“Make sure you keep them separated.”
“I know, Cam.”
“And I want her in the big stall. That way she can see Fire, but still be on her own.”
He was going to poke his lover in the butt. “Will do, Cam.”
“And call the vet first thing in the morning. I want her checked over.”
“Okay, Cam.”
Cam grinned at him as he settled on the couch. “Yeah, yeah. I can call the vet as long as no one gives me a pain pill tonight. They make it hard to wake up in the morning.”
“Mmhmm.” Mitch was totally giving Cam a pain pill. He’d need it. “Your folks will be here soon. Mark and the girls are going to unload. I’ll be back.”
He figured he’d unload the horses, get them fed and settled, then figure out what the hell happened next.
“Baby?”
Mitch glanced back at Cam. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for coming to get me. I’m not trying to be an ass.”
“I know, honey. I’m just trying to juggle a little bit right this second.” And he had to work out getting those horses settled by himself.
