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I should glare at him or tell him to shut his mouth, but I know Camden didn’t hear him, and it’s more than that. I’d love to give him brothers and sisters—yes, plural. Being a dad is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I wish I’d had him with the woman I loved, and we were raising him together, but I’d never trade this little guy for anything. If there is ever a woman who comes into my life, she’ll have to love him as if he were her own. I won’t settle for anything less.

Chapter Four

Sloane

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“My heart hurts for him,” Bellamy tells us. “He seemed so sad and at a loss for what to do. That’s why I volunteered, and I knew you all would be down to help me.”

“Of course, we would be,” Rowan replies.

“Did he give you any details at all?” Corie asks her.

“Nope, but he gave me his credit card and told me to do my worst.” Bellamy laughs.

“While the idea of making that black card of his smoke, we all know that’s not what he really wants, right?” I ask the group.

“What do you mean?” Amanda asks.

“He wants it just to be us, his Rampage family. Baker isn’t a showy kind of guy. So nothing over-the-top elaborate.”

“Oh, you mean nothing like what my husband would do.” Rowan chuckles.

“Exactly!” I say, as we all join her in her laughter.

“What are you thinking, Sloane?” Corie asks.

I shrug and look over at Bellamy. “He said that Cam’s into trucks and cars, right?”

Bellamy nods. “And football.”

We all smile at that. “Well, I think a lot of what we decide hinges on what we can get here in time. Even using his card for overnight shipping. He wants to have the partybefore training camp starts.”

“Good point.” Bellamy points at me.

“I see your wheels turning, Sloane Peterson. What are you thinking?” Corie asks me.

I grin at my bestie. “Okay, so, Cam’s into football, and all of your men are, too, including Baker and Foster. Since it’s just his Rampage family, I say we go with the football theme. With a twist,” I add.

“What’s the twist?” Amanda asks.

“Spit it out already.” Rowan laughs. “The suspense is killing me. You have the best ideas.”

“It has to be something personal. Make it unique, for him. I’m thinking football for sure. Little guy love sit.” I explain. “Make it Cam’s Team, we can get matching t-shirts, or something.”

“That’s genius, but we only have a week,” Corie reminds me.

“Surely we can find a place to overnight some plain jerseys. I can do the rest,” I offer.

“Why don’t we see if we can find a place to do it all? That’s less work on you,” Bellamy suggests.

“I don’t mind. Besides, it’s not like I’m working right now.”

“Have you heard anything about your job?” Corie asks.

Shit. I should have kept my mouth shut. “Yeah, last week, actually.” I wince, knowing what’s coming next.

“What?” they all reply in unison.