Savor You (Fusion #5)(48)

“Oh please.” I roll my eyes and stand when I hear the timer in the kitchen. “The first two are done.”

I rush back to pull them out of the oven, set them on cooling racks, and return to the dining room.

“You saying that you’re worried about me is ridiculous,” I say, carrying on where I left off.

“Why?” Landon asks.

“Because you used to fly fighter jets in enemy territory. That is worth being worried over.”

“Did you really?” Camden asks.

“Mia never told you?” Landon asks. Camden shakes his head.

“No, if I remember right, she just said that her brother was in the navy.”

“I was, but she left out the best part.” He glares at me, and I know it’s all in fun. Landon isn’t one to brag. “I flew jets. I was stationed on aircraft carriers for years.”

“What made you decide to get out?”

“I had an accident,” he says and shakes his head. “I had to eject, and once you do that, your career is over.”

“I had no idea.”

Landon nods. “Most guys, if they walk away from an ejection, suffer from head or spinal injuries. But even if you don’t, you can never be released to fly again. I didn’t want to ride a desk, so I got out.”

“How have you been feeling?” I ask him.

“I’m fit as a fiddle. And I want pie.”

“It’s still cooling.”

“That’s when it’s best.” He turns on his pouty face and bats his eyelashes at me, and I roll my eyes and stand. “Fine, I’ll cut you some. Would you like a piece, Camden?”

“Sure. Thanks, sweetheart.”

I walk back into the kitchen and cut us each a slice, then scoop out vanilla ice cream to go with it. I use my pretty dessert plates because it makes me happy.

The guys probably won’t even notice.

Just as I’ve loaded up my tray and am about to return to the dining room, I can hear Landon speaking in a low, serious tone.

So of course I stop and listen.

“I know you care about her,” Landon says. “I can see that, and from what I can see, you’re a decent guy. She has it bad for you and I’m happy for her. I really am. But just be gentle with her. I don’t think she’s had a lot of gentle in her life, especially from men.”

“I have no intentions to hurt her,” Camden says, also in a hushed tone.

“I should hope not,” Landon says. “I know she comes off as being really badass and tough, and trust me when I say that most of the time she is those things. But she also has one of the kindest hearts I know. Once she lets someone into her life, she doesn’t half-ass it. She loves big, Camden. And if she trusts you, you’d best make damn sure you don’t fuck that up; because with Mia, once the trust is gone, you’re toast. She may forgive, but she never forgets.”

“I know that too,” Camden says. “I don’t know how or why I’ve been given this second opportunity to have her in my life, but here it is all the same, and I am not going to fuck it up.”

“Glad to hear it, man.”

I have to clear my throat and will the tears to stay at bay. Two of the most important men in my life just had a come-to-Jesus conversation for me.

I think that’s a first.

I’ve had plenty of them with other people, but I don’t think that Landon or Dad have ever tried to warn off a guy I was interested in.

Not that I brought many of them around.

I walk back into the dining room and pass around the dessert. The ice cream has just barely started to melt.

“Vanilla ice cream too?” Camden asks and digs in.

“I’m no beginner. My dessert game is strong.”

“It’s early for dessert,” Landon says with a frown, checking the clock on the wall.

“It’s never too early for dessert,” I reply and take a bite. “You can take the rest of this pie home to share with Cami.”

“Thanks.”

“And I mean share with Cami. She told me what happened the last time I sent that cake home with you.”

“What happened?” Camden asks.

“I put it in the microwave,” Landon says defensively.

“And you forgot to tell Cami that it was there.”

He cringes. “So, I’d go into the kitchen and think, Oh, there’s cake. And I’d cut myself a piece, eat it, and go about my day. That happened every day until the cake was gone.”

“And then a few days later, I asked Cami if she liked the cake. And she was like, What cake?”

“Not a smart move, man,” Camden says, laughing.

“Trust me, I’ve been reminded over and over to never do it again.”

“Especially now that she’s pregnant,” I say and feel my heart soften. “I haven’t seen much of you since Cami told us. How are you doing?”

“I’m nervous,” he admits and turns to Camden. “We lost a baby when we first got married. We weren’t sure if she could have children after that.”

“But here we are,” I say and reach over to squeeze his hand. “Cami’s healthy, and that’s going to be one spoiled little baby.”

“Yeah.” He grins and takes another bite of pie. “And if I forget to tell her that we have pie, she’ll cut my dick off.”