Page 112 of I Loved You First

“Yikes,” he said as he frowned. “You need to eat. Getting Brady settled in distracted you from your dinner.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. I had a big salad at lunch. But Thai food sounds really good tonight. How do you feel about us ordering something in?”

It was nearly ten thirty on the East Coast, but he wasn’t opposed to a second dinner. “I’m all for it.”

“Good. I may or may not have memorized the number of the restaurant down the street. They make amazing chicken pad Thai.”

He chuckled, loving how passionate Fi could be about food. “Then it sounds like we should get it.”

She snatched her phone off the coffee table. “They deliver faster if you call instead of ordering online. Or that’s what I hear, anyway.”

He grinned. “You should probably heed the rumors.”

She wrinkled her nose before she laughed, sending him one of her gorgeous grins. “It’s probably for the best.”

“I’ll hunt for plates and silverware and meet you back here at the couch.”

She smiled again. “It’s a date.”

He turned toward the small kitchen, thrilled that things were okay again—or they were okay for now. They would tackle tomorrow when it got here.

thirty

Cam paced the short distance between Fiona’s kitchen and her living room, glancing Brady’s way as he played with his new bucket of Legos on the floor.

Originally, Cam had planned to spend the morning sightseeing with his eager son, but shortly after breakfast, they walked three blocks to the toy store instead, looking for something for Brady to do while Fiona went to her appointment.

Heading for the windows, he looked at his watch, struggling to remain patient as time dragged on. Because Fi had been gone for close to two hours.

“Do you like my house, Dad?”

Cam turned, walking to where Brady sat on the rug, crouching down to examine his little boy’s hard work. “That looks great, buddy. I like how you added so many windows.”

Brady nodded, dressed for the day in one of his new dinosaur T-shirts and a pair of shorts he’d picked out of the suitcase all by himself. “Grampy says they add value.”

Cam laughed, one hundred percent certain that Brady had no idea what that meant. “Everybody loves a view.”

“Yup. My Lego guy needs to be able to see outside when he’s inside.”

Cam nodded. “That’s very true. I like the way you think.”

The front door opened, and Fiona walked in wearing jeans and a silky halter-neck tank top, carrying two pharmacy bags in her hand. Her gaze met his as she toed off her shoes. “Hey.”

Cam rushed to his feet, immediately worried as he studied the pallor of her typically olive skin. “Hey.”

“Fiona!” Brady yelled as he hurried her way, oblivious to the sudden tension in the room as he crashed into her legs, giving her a hug.

She smiled, returning his embrace. “Hi, buddy.”

“I built a house with my new Legos. It has lots of windows like your condo.”

She forced another smile. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“I have an idea,” Cam said as he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his shorts. “Why don’t you take your new house into the guest bedroom and make a video about it for Grammy and Grampy.”

Brady’s eyes lit up. “I like it!” Grabbing the phone on his way to his creation, he carefully picked up the multicolored house on the green platform, taking the phone and his project down the hall.

Eager for answers, Cam closed the distance between himself and Fiona as she grabbed the glass of water on the small kitchen island and drank the entire thing. “What’s going on? What did the doctor say?”