anything happened to him. He didnât want to leave Becca on her own with no one again. And he knew that sheâd never agree to sharing custody with his brothers, but he wasnât about to ask. Some things were just too important to leave to chance.
Feeling better about Tyâs future, he got up to go back to bed when he got a text message from Justin.
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You have a son?!?!
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Cam quickly typed in his response.
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Itâs after midnight. Why arenât you sleeping?
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Selena and I are working. Now tell me I read that email right you have a son?
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Yes. 18 months old. Ty Cameron Tuntenstall. Can you do everything I asked?
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First thing tomorrow. What about the mother?
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She is living with me. I donât know where it will lead.
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We need to talk.
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Tomorrow or Friday night before Nateâs rehearsal dinner party.
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Selenaâs home so Iâm going to let this drop until tomorrow. But I want to know what the hell is going on. Weâll talk later.
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Cam walked over to the bar and poured himself two fingers of Johnnie Walker, slinging it back in one gulp. He had made mistakes in business and some of them had been costly, but theyâd never made him doubt himself the way this thing with Becca and Ty did.
He didnât know if it was simply because heâd never intended to have a family of his own. Or because, having been presented with Ty, now he was starting to rethink himself and his entire life.
His brothers had settled down, and he wasnât sure that he ever would. But now that he had Ty, he sort of wanted to. Becca was an added complication. One he thought heâd have a better handle on if he had her back in his bed.
But sex hadnât made things any easier to figure out. That ticked him off. He poured another glass of Johnnie Walker and sipped it this time, taking the glass with him back to his bedroom. He walked in and didnât bother to turn on any lights. He went into the bathroom and washed up from earlier when heâd had sex with Becca and then padded naked back to his bed.
The moonlight streamed in through the one window blind heâd left open, and he stared at it. His dad had always said that with the moon to guide lifeâs journey, nothing bad could befall them. But Cam knew his dad hadnât counted on a journey like this one.
He walked back across the room, pulled back the sheets and slid into bed.
Becca rolled over into his arms.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked her, pushing himself back a few inches.
âI didnât want to sleep alone tonight. Iâll do anything as long as you let me stay.â
He couldnât push her away. Not when sheâd given him the one thing heâd desperately wanted but had beenprepared to deny himself. He pulled her into his arms and held her close as they both drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, Becca woke up to an empty bed and quickly climbed out and went back to her room. She was embarrassed that sheâd been so needy last night but was determined to make today a much better day.
She showered and got dressed and realized she hadnât heard a peep out of Ty.
She raced across the hall to his room, but the crib was empty. She hurried downstairs and found the housekeeper, Mrs. Pritchard, in the kitchen.
âHave you seen Ty this morning?â Becca asked.
âI have. Mr. Stern took him with him to the golf course. He should be back in about twenty minutes. Breakfast is going to be served on the terrace shortly.â
âThank you, Mrs. Pritchard.â
âNo problem. Mr. Stern left word you werenât to be disturbed.â
âI appreciate that. Yesterday was a long day. Moving is tough work,â she said.
âSo I hear. Iâve lived in the same house since I was born. My parents gave it to me when I got married.â
âReally?â Becca asked.
âYes, dear. They wanted to buy an RV and
Brittney Cohen-Schlesinger