Reunited...With Child by Katherine Garbera Page B

with her fingers and caressing her way along the edge of his waist to the center of his pants and the belt buckle. She tiptoed her fingers lower until she felt the hard ridge of his erection. She rubbed him through his pants, up and down until his hips canted toward hers.
    He lifted his head and stared down at her. His eyes narrowed, and the flush of desire burnished his cheeks.
    â€œLet me know what you decide,” he said and walked back to his seat.
    Becca stood there aching, wanting, and realized that Cam was still angry at her. She slowly walked to her seat and sat down, taking a magazine out of her bag. She flipped through it but didn’t see the pictures or articles on the pages. She only saw herself and Cam, and she knew that if they were going to have a chance at a future together, one of them was going to have to bend. Was it going to be her? She wanted so badly for Ty to have everything she never had, and that included the family of her dreams. One with Cam.

Five
    T hey arrived at Cam’s house safely in the early evening. The drive was quick. The estate sat back from the road at the end of the palm-tree-lined drive. The yard was lusciously landscaped with blooming trees and perfectly mowed emerald-green lawns. The building itself was something out of a design magazine, and made Becca feel a bit like she had when she’d met Amelia. Out of place. She liked it, but it didn’t look like somewhere she would live.
    As she went in, she glanced around the high-ceilinged arched entryway and let out a low whistle between her teeth.
    â€œNice digs.”
    â€œThanks,” he said. She’d put Ty down, and he wascrawling toward the living-room area. “I will show you both to your rooms.”
    The little boy toddled over and tugged on his pant leg as he had earlier, and this time, Cam bent down and picked him up.
    â€œHello, there,” he said to Ty.
    â€œHi,” Ty said before putting his thumb in this mouth. He shook his head; Nate used to do the same thing when he was little. Cam’s memory of that time was a little fuzzy, but this boy reminded him very strongly of his brother.
    â€œHow am I going to convince your mommy to just do what I want her to?” he asked Ty.
    â€œCoffee,” Ty said.
    Cam lifted one eyebrow at the boy. Did he even understand what was being said? Cam suspected he did to a certain extent, but having a conversation with an eighteen-month-old wasn’t going to give him any answers to Becca.
    The boy held on to his shoulders as Cam turned to face Becca. There was something sweet about holding a baby—his son.
    â€œI’ll take him.”
    She held her arms out, but Ty didn’t make any move to go to her. “Ty.”
    The boy took his thumb out of his mouth. “I like the man.”
    â€œI’m glad,” she said, taking him from Cam and putting her son on a blanket where she’d laid out a couple of toys. She took Cam’s hand and led the way tothe hallway where they could still see Ty but he couldn’t see them. “I…I wanted to talk to you.”
    â€œWhat about?”
    â€œI…”
    â€œStop hesitating. You are a woman who knows her mind,” he said.
    â€œYou have shaken me. I didn’t expect to see you or tell you about Ty. Not like that. And then you kissed me and got me all hot and bothered but you want to make it about revenge and I’m not sure that’s healthy for me.”
    â€œI think it would be excellent for me,” he said. “But I am willing to talk to you about this. I’m still so angry, Becca.”
    â€œI get that. But we need—”
    She glanced over at her son. And he saw the biggest change in Becca compared to the woman she was over two years ago. She had someone else to worry about when she made decisions.
    â€œIs it because of the paternity suit that you’re so bitter?” she asked.
    â€œNot at all. I’m mad at you and you alone,