Behind the Camera (Love through a Lens, #2)

by Chelsea Curto

“I can do it,” Maven says quickly. “It’s my fault. I told you to take the afternoon off, and I⁠—” “There’s no such thing as taking the afternoon off when you’re a parent. It’s fine. Really. It’ll take me ten minutes.” “I’m the one who messed up, and I’d like to be the one to make it right.” Her eyes meet mine. “Please, Dallas.” Oh, fuck me. I shouldn’t like hearing her say that, but I do. It messes me up. Catches me off guard and alters my brainwaves a little, because when June tugs on my shirt, I realize I’m staring at Maven like I’ve lost any and all intelligence. Maybe I have. “Okay,” I say, and it feels like there’s a frog in my throat. “Sure. Yeah. Thank you.” “I’m sorry again.” She takes June’s hand in hers. “You go and have fun. We’ll stay out of your way.” “I don’t want you to stay out of the way. Come to the living room when you’re done. I’m making burgers, and my friends and I are going to watch the game. You should join us.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your night.” “You’re not interrupting a thing. I’m glad you’re here.” Maven smiles. “Okay. I’d like that a lot.” They walk down the hall and I watch them go, knowing my friends are going to give me absolute shit when they meet her.