Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes #3)(70)

Grace really couldn’t say when it had happened, but somewhere along that journey, she started seeing him as a young man—as a man she could love, and would love, forever and always. A smile fluttered over her lips as she realized that no matter how far or how fast she’d run, her love of Cam had always been with her.

They’d made mistakes as teenagers in too much of a hurry to grow up, but they’d made the mistakes together, and then they’d fallen away from each other. Yet, even through the challenges that life had thrown their way, one thing had stayed with Grace—and that was love.

She could deny it all she wanted, but she adored him. She adored the child he had been, the teenager who had accepted the gift of her innocence, and the man he was today.

He’d been telling her since she’d come home that he wanted to be with her, that he wasn’t willing to let her go. They’d fought, they’d laughed, they’d loved. And Grace had a feeling they would do it for the rest of their lives.

It was also time to admit to herself what frightened her now more than anything else that had been happening in her life these past few months. She hadn’t gone to the doctor, hadn’t looked at the small changes in her body, hadn’t wanted to face the truth, because she was terrified of the answer. Her hand fluttered to her still-flat stomach and tears filled her eyes.

She was pregnant.

Soon she would tell Cam. Fear would be with her, but she couldn’t hide from her fears anymore. She had to face them, had to accept that some things in life couldn’t be fixed by signing your name on the dotted line or pretending there wasn’t a problem in the first place.

She had no doubt that Cam was a real man who wouldn’t ever shirk his responsibilities. And she also had no doubt that he loved her.

They needed to talk. She walked back to the house and grabbed her purse and keys. She had so much to talk to him about, so much she needed to say. Anticipation made her drive a little too fast, but she made it into town safe and sound.

Seeing his vehicle parked at the law offices, she smiled. She ran inside, glad his secretary wasn’t there yet. Maybe they’d make love first and then they could talk. Yes. That sounded like a brilliant idea.

She found him sitting at his desk. “Do you realize how unbelievably stunning you are?”

Cam looked up, a bright smile lighting his face up. “Isn’t that my line?” he asked.

“I’ve missed you this last week,” she said as she shut and locked his door, then began moving forward while unbuttoning her blouse.

“You have? I’m glad to hear that. It’s been a busy week for all of us.” Even as he said this, he pushed his chair back and watched her prowl forward.

“Well, there’s nothing to worry about anymore, Mr. Whitman . . .” She opened her blouse and modeled a sexy red bra that showed more than it hid.

“That’s good, because all my worries just floated away,” he said as she reached him and he pulled her into his lap.

“Kiss me, Cam, kiss me like you mean it,” she demanded before winding her fingers through his hair and holding him there while she leaned into him, her lips resting lightly on his.

She didn’t need to prod him any further. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against him and pushing upward, letting her feel his arousal press into her as she straddled his lap.

One hand reached around and cupped her breast through the lace of her bra, and she groaned into his mouth as she wiggled against him, needing to be closer, needing him inside her.

She was reaching for his belt buckle when the shrill sound of the phone ringing made them both jump. They ended the kiss and broke apart.

Grace laughed. “We’re acting like we’ve just gotten caught necking in the basement,” she said.

“Or like we just got interrupted before the good part.”

“Every part is a good part. But you’d better answer. It might be a client who is in desperate need of saving,” she told him before leaning forward and kissing his neck.

“I have voice mail,” he groaned.

“Well . . .” She was so tempted to be irresponsible. But she stopped kissing his neck and lifted the receiver, putting it to his ear before she leaned over to his other side and ran her tongue along the side of his jaw.

“Camden Whitman.” The greeting didn’t sound friendly, which made Grace want to giggle again.

Any impulse to laugh died away when she felt his body stiffen—and not in a good way. Leaning back, she looked at his suddenly ashen face.

“I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and looked at her as if his world had just ended.

“What is it, Cam? Tell me!” she asked as she cupped his cheeks.

“It . . . it’s my dad.”

She’d never heard his voice so strained before. “Oh, no. What’s wrong?” She almost didn’t want to know.

“He’s at the hospital. My brother thinks it might be a stroke . . .”

Grace knew she had to keep it together for Cam’s sake. Swallowing her own fear, she climbed from his lap and held out a hand.

“I’ll drive you. Let’s go.”

Cam slowly got to his feet, looking lost, looking like the young boy she remembered from so long ago. Everything else could wait. Right now she needed to be there for the man she loved.