“Cough—cough, cough…”
Camila Davis just about choked on her clam chowder, coughing so hard she had to grab a napkin and dab her mouth, her cheeks burning.
“Susan, stop! That’s not true at all, don’t go saying crazy stuff!” she protested, glaring at her friend.
“Crazy stuff? What crazy stuff?”
Sarah Brown breezed in right then, dragging her suitcase behind her. She tossed her weekender bag on the couch and made a beeline for Camila, her eyes practically sparkling with gossip.
“What’s going on? I’m gone on business for two days, and suddenly you and Mr. Williams are a thing? You guys together now or what?”
Camila finally caught her breath and shot Sarah a helpless look. “Literally nothing happened! Don’t listen to Susan.”
Susan just grinned. “Oh come on, Camila, I’m not making this up. I’m just calling it like I see it!”
Sarah plopped down and leaned in, all ears. “Alright, spill it. I want the whole story. Susan, tell me everything.”
So Susan launched into today’s events, every dramatic detail. By the end, Sarah was shaking her head, exasperated.
“Camila, you can’t blame Susan for jumping to conclusions. Mr. Williams is just… he’s a total catch. Thoughtful, handsome, and honestly, if anyone deserves to be Lillian’s new dad, it’s him. He’s done so much for you guys. Unlike that loser, Jordan Smith.”
She rolled her eyes so hard it was almost comedic. “That jerk has the nerve to show up for Lillian now? Only when it’s convenient for him? The rest of the time, he’s busy playing dad to someone else’s kid. Unbelievable! I mean, Camila, don’t ever feel sorry for a guy like that, seriously. If he ever shows up again and upsets Lillian, I say you throw some pepper spray in his face—heck, let’s hope he never walks again! Should’ve never helped him with his leg in the first place—maybe then he wouldn’t be running around, if you know what I mean.”
Sarah was getting more worked up by the minute, ranting like she was the one who’d been dumped.
Camila let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. Sarah always did have a way with words.
She nodded back, her eyes still on Lillian and her mini commando getup. “Where’d Lillian get that outfit?” she asked, amused.
Aaron chuckled. “Custom-ordered it a while back. It just came in, so we thought today was the perfect day to try it out.”
Camila smiled, watching as Lillian tried her best to look serious and grown-up—not that she was fooling anyone with that adorable pout.
Unable to resist, Camila pulled out her phone to snap some photos of Lillian and Lightning. Of course, Dennis ended up in every shot, tall and straight-backed, looking annoyingly perfect even when she was just snapping away without thinking. When Camila scrolled through the pictures, she had to admit—this man was just photogenic, no matter what.
She shook her head, feeling a little sheepish. She hadn’t meant to collect so many photos of him, but what could she do? Lillian and Lightning looked too cute, and Dennis… well, he just always looked good.
With a sigh, she tucked away her phone and pretended nothing had happened.
By the time training was wrapping up, the sky was darkening and the air felt heavy with the promise of rain.

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