The Bully (Calamity Montana #4)(80)

I laughed and went to the fridge, pouring my son some milk in his favorite cup. Then I retreated to the living room to shut off the TV.

A pair of strong arms banded around me as I tossed the remote on the couch.

“I’m proud of you too,” I told Cal.

“Team effort.”

He’d told me his idea for the camp not long after our wedding, and from the moment he’d voiced his dream, I’d been right at his side, encouraging him to see it through. Once football had consumed his life. Now, his focus was our family. But this camp was a wonderful purpose for him and a chance for him to stay connected to the game he loved so much.

I spun around, rising on my toes for a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Mommy, I need more.” Tripp came running my way, his already empty cup thrust into the air.

“Okay, baby.” I took the cup, knowing I was in for a fight because it was getting refilled with water.

“Nell. Wait.”

“Yeah?” I turned to see one of Cal’s heart-stopping smiles.

“Tell me what you hate about me.”

Years together and he’d never quit this little game. I’d had to get creative since, when it came to Cal, there was a lot more to love than to hate.

“I hate that you’re going to snub our guests later and haul me to the bedroom for a quickie. It’s rude, Cal.”

“And I’m not even sorry.”

I winked. “Neither am I.”