Page 41 of Love Unscripted
He waited, as always, for Madison before serving himself.
“Funny,” Camille said from behind him, “they haven’t won a game since you left.”
He turned.
She was filling a plate while Madison stood beside her, pointing decisively at what she was willing to try—and more importantly, what portions were acceptable.
“Is that so?” he drawled, studying Camille. He couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or if she genuinely followed football. The team’s struggles had started long after his departure.
“I’ll get Madison’s food,” he said.
She swatted his hand away without even looking at him. “I’ve got this. You eat.”
The ease of it caught him off guard.
She served Madison with quiet efficiency while Aaron fixed his own plate. When he and Madison sat down, Camille returned to fill her own plate. They waited for her to join them and, after a brief prayer, began to eat.
“So,” Aaron said casually, glancing at her, “do you follow football?”
She nodded. “Actually, I do. I was a fan of yours.”
He blinked.
“Really? You never mentioned it. We’ve been working together for months and this is the first I’m hearing about it.”
“Our conversations have mostly been about the film,” she said mildly.
He couldn’t argue with that.
“Fair enough,” he conceded. Then he added, “But that part isn’t true.”
“What part?”
“The Rams didn’t start losing because of me.”
She raised a brow. “Why do you think they started losing then?”
He launched into his theory about coaching changes and roster gaps.
Madison interrupted, swinging her legs beneath the chair.
“Excuse me, Daddy, may I have more juice?”
Aaron’s face softened instantly. “Of course, sweetheart.”
He reached for the pitcher and poured carefully into her cup.
“So do you still play sports?” Camille asked.
“Nah. I don’t have the time.”
“What do you do for exercise?”
“I jog and weight train in my home gym. Adam and I try to train a few times a week, but with this schedule…” He shrugged. “I probably get in three sessions a week if I’m lucky. It’s pretty pathetic.”
“Pathetic?” Camille said. “That’s admirable. I can barely manage anything these days. Your discipline is paying off. You’re in great shape.”
His mind flashed—unhelpfully—to her own beautiful figure. If it wasn’t discipline, it had to be good genes. But he wasn’t about to say that and get himself into trouble.
