Precious Consequences(67)

He shrugs nonchalantly, like he didn’t just throw away the best thing that could’ve been his. “Can’t deny that she was a great lay though. Too bad it came back to bite me in the ass with a kid.”

I step closer, feeling the familiar protectiveness over Hayley and Ari clash with white hot rage and warm my blood. My fist connects with his jaw and I hear the crack of bone. He falls to the ground with a thud. “What the f*ck, man? What was that for?”

Bending down, I grab his shirt and yank him until our noses are pretty much touching. “Listen here, you waste of skin,” I growl. “Someone should have done that a long time ago. You have no idea how incredible those two girls are, and you sure as hell don’t even deserve to breathe the same f*cking air as that precious little girl.” I let go of his shirt, giving him a shove. “So I suggest you leave and think twice about ever showing up here again, unless you want to piss sitting down for the rest of your life.”

Just then the front door swings open and Hayley appears. She sees what’s going on and runs down the porch steps.

“Cameron? What’s going on?”

Ignoring Hayley’s question, I stare at Kyle. “Are we clear?”

He spits some blood onto the grass. “Yeah, Cameron, we’re clear.”

He stands up and walks away without a backwards glance. What an *, I think to myself. Hayley and Ari are both better off without him anyway.

I turn to look at Hayley, expecting to find her scowling at me, or at least angry. But instead, she’s got a small smile on her face that she’s trying to fight, and I hope it’s because she’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her. Her eyes are a little red, like she’s been crying. It makes me want to find Kyle and punch him all over again.

“Do you make a habit of this?” she asks.

“A habit of what?”

“Showing up unannounced and punching people.”

I chuckle, looking at my hand that has started to throb. “No, but I’m starting to realize you make me do some pretty crazy things, buttercup.”

Her smile falls slightly before she looks down at her bare feet. It’s cold outside, and she’s in nothing but her pajama shorts, a tank top, and her robe. And she looks as hot as the day I met her, bending over the engine of her car.

She takes my injured hand. “Let’s get some ice on this, Mohammed Ali.”

I laugh at her little joke and feel the tension leave my body. I still need to talk to her, apologize, but at least she’s not pissed that I showed up out of nowhere. And she doesn’t seem to mind that I punched Kyle. Somehow, I think it’s because she knows I did it for her and Ari. I would do anything for them.

Hayley leads me into the kitchen and pulls out a chair. I take a seat while she grabs an ice pack from the freezer. Hannah walks into the kitchen and stops short. “Cam? What are you doing here?”

“Trying to be a hero,” Hayley murmurs, placing the ice pack on my swelling hand. I wince.

“What did you do this time, smartass?” Hannah quips.

“I punched Kyle,” I reply.

“Oh, well, then you are a hero. After what he just said to Hayley, he deserved more than just one punch.”

Hayley shoots Hannah a look. “You heard that?”

Hannah nods, but doesn’t elaborate.

I look up at Hayley. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she replies. “It’s nothing I didn’t expect.”

“Is that why you were crying?” I ask, feeling my anger rile in my chest again.

Her eyes dart to mine and they plead with me to drop it, to leave it alone, but I just can’t. If we’re going to sort our shit out, we might as well start now.

Hayley’s grandmother walks into the kitchen, Ari hot on her heels.

“Cam!” Ari squeals, pushing past everyone as she runs in my direction. I catch her with an outstretched arm and fling her in the air, her laughter filling up the kitchen. Her arms come around my neck and she squeezes. I’ve missed this. So much. Who would’ve thought, huh? That I’d fall flat on my face in love with a woman and her child. And I had to have it pointed out to me the first time. But now, I can see it clear as day.

“Hey princess,” I kiss her head and hug her to me. “Did you miss me?”

She nods and smiles up at me, her brown eyes dancing as she settles comfortably in my lap. Her gaze travels to my hand. “Cam has boo boo,” she says, her brows forming the tiniest of dips. She looks just like Hayley when she does that.

Hayley’s grandmother comes around the kitchen island. “What on earth did you do?”

“He punched Kyle,” Hannah says proudly.

Hayley’s grandmother looks surprised. “Well, someone had to do it, but if you ask me, he deserved more than one.”

Hannah laughs. “That's what I said, Gama!”

Hayley just rolls her eyes and leans against the counter. I sense she’s trying to create some distance, but it won’t work for long. I’m too determined to get her to finally talk to me.

“So, Cam, to what do we owe the visit?” Hannah asks. She’s sneaky. She knows why I’m here.

I clear my throat. “I’m, uh, actually here to talk to Hayley.”

No one looks surprised. In fact, both Hannah and Hayley’s grandmother have shit eating grins on their faces. They exchange a look, which Hayley also notices, and then look between the two of us.