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“What?” I ask, confused.
“You’re trying to cast some type of wizardly spell on me with all of your sweet and charming words.”
“That’s just me, babe.”
“The ladies don’t have a chance.” She chuckles.
“Nope. There is only one lady in my life. Well, two if you count my sister. No, make that three because Sloane might as well be my sister too.”
“And the third?” she asks.
“There’s this girl. She’s got long blonde hair and these big blue eyes that rival the sky on a warm summer’s day. I’ve been spending a lot of time with her, and I don’t hate it.”
“Hmm, I bet she doesn’t hate it either.”
My heart hammers inside my chest as if I just ran the full length of the field for a touchdown. “It’s you, Rowan. In case you didn’t get that.” I know she did, but I don’t want to play games. I wanted to feel her out, but she admitted she doesn’t hate spending time with me, and yeah, I just needed to make sure she understood that it was her.
“Landry—” She shakes her head, her blue eyes full of something I can’t name.
“Don’t say anything. I just needed you to know.”
“You should get some sleep. We don’t need you getting hurt.”
“I’ll see you in the morning?”
“I’ll be there. Good night, number one.”
“Number one in the program and in your heart.” I wink, and she laughs. She waves at the screen before it goes black.
After plugging my phone in to charge, I close my eyes. I can see her smile and hear her laughter, and that’s how I fall asleep, surrounded by all things Rowan.
Chapter Twelve
Rowan
Pulling my car into the driveway, I park next to Landry’s truck. I didn’t expect him to be here since today is my day, but I know everyone has been rotating in and out to support Baker since the baby was born.
Corie put together a list of the days when Baker had the baby, and we’re all taking turns stopping by with food and to lend a hand with whatever he might need. Today, I made baked spaghetti with garlic bread.
Climbing out of the car, I make sure to have my phone, then reach into the back seat for the food container before making my way to the door. Baker told us not to knock, just in case the baby was sleeping, and to come on in, so that’s what I do.
Quietly, I shut the door behind me and move toward the kitchen to drop off the food before going in search of Baker. The kitchen is a mess, with bottles and dirty dishes in the sink. I make a mental note to work on that after I check-in.
Keeping my steps light, I head to the living room to find a disheveled Baker and Landry, with baby Camden—Cam for short—lying on his chest. “Hey.” I wave at them.
“Today’s your day, huh?” Baker asks with a smile.
“It is. How are things?” I ask, taking a seat next to Landry on the couch. My hand immediately goes to the baby’s back. I rub gentle, soothing strokes, and he shudders a breath.
“His days and nights are mixed up,” Baker says, running his fingers through his hair.
“Go take a nap.”
“I—” He starts to protest, but I raise my hand to stop him.
“Really, Baker, it’s fine. That’s what we’re here for. There’s baked spaghetti that’s still warm with garlic bread in the kitchen. Go eat, shower, take a nap, do whatever you need to do. I’ve got these two,” I tease.
“Hey.” Landry chuckles. “Uncle Landry is doing just fine, thank you very much.”
