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so they could adopt Sami. He wanted his
relatives to treat Alice and Sami as though they were really part of the
family. Being a husband and father roused his protective instincts. He liked
that they needed him. For the first time he understood why Radley was so
devoted to his family.
    George dashed back, the ball
hugged to his chest. Radley gave his son a wry smile. "You're supposed to
dribble the ball back with your feet, pal. Picking it up is against the
rules."
    "You kicked it too far away,
Daddy."
    Both men chuckled.
    George tossed the ball at
Cameron's feet. "Play with me, Uncle Cam."
    Cameron crouched down to the
boy's level. "I need to go inside and see Alice and Sami. You haven't said
hello to them yet, but you'll see them later. Sami's very tiny; he's only a few
weeks old." He wanted George to like Sami and Alice. He wanted a photo of
George holding Sami to keep on his mobile phone.
    "Will you play with me some
more later?"
    "Sure thing." Cameron
ran a hand over George's head of thick dark hair, so like his own, and rose to
his feet.
    He headed inside, a flutter of
nerves in his belly. He hadn't been nervous around a woman for years, yet the
moment he'd married Alice he'd started feeling like a teenager trying to summon
the courage to ask a girl out. Crazy, when she was his wife.
    He sat on the second stair,
pulled off his boots, then climbed to the next floor. One of the bedroom doors
stood open. Inside, Olivia cooed softly to a baby.
    "Hey, Livi, which room am I
staying in?" he asked.
    "This one. Come in."
She had a bottle in her hand and leaned over a white lacy bassinet smiling at
Sami. "I sent Alice to shower and change. I was going to feed Sami but I
really need to go downstairs and get on with preparing dinner." She held
out the bottle.
    Cameron had watched Alice feed
Sami numerous times, but had never done so himself. "Okay, I can do
that." He put the bottle on a table beside an easy chair and picked up the
tiny boy, now dressed in a blue all-in-one suit with little yellow ducks on it.
"Hey there, Sami. You hungry, bud?"
    Under Olivia's watchful gaze, he
sat with Sami cradled in his arm and put the nipple in the baby's mouth. A
smile stretched his lips as the baby latched on and sucked hard.
    "Boy, he's hungry,"
Olivia said with a laugh.
    "He always is." Cameron
grinned down at the baby, pride swelling inside him. Sami was his son now, his
responsibility. It was a great feeling.
    He barely noticed Olivia leave
the room he was so busy watching Sami, his tiny hands flexing as he sucked.
    "You're a good boy,
Samikins. I like your ducky romper suit. You look real cute, you know. I bet
Alice thinks you're cute as well."
    "You both look cute
together." He was so engrossed in the baby, Alice startled him.
    His gaze jumped to the doorway.
Alice's damp blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, a fluffy white towel
wrapped around her body. Her eyes were so blue against her tanned skin. She
appeared beautiful and fragile, her cast covered in a plastic wrap. It was hard
to believe this was the same woman he'd found in the desert.
    Sami finished his bottle and
released the nipple. Cameron shifted the baby to his shoulder and rubbed his
back to burp him. "I wanted to make sure you had everything you
need," he said, glancing away from Alice, suddenly aware she wore only a
towel and he'd been staring.
    "Olivia loaned me some
clothes. Trouble is, she's about six inches taller than me." She sat on
the end of the bed and rested her cast on her knees.
    "I better get out of here. I
expect you want to get dressed." In the hospital, Cameron knew exactly
what he was supposed to do. He had a purpose. Here he was uncertain how to
treat Alice.
    "That's okay. I can wait a
few minutes. It's good to see you feeding Sami. I'd like you to spend more time
with him."
    "You would?" Cameron
was surprised. He always got the impression Alice wanted Sami all to herself.
    "Yes, it's good for him to
get used to a man. He must sense we're