Chapter Thirteen : A Forced Partnership

Camille wiped her hands on a dish towel, glancing toward the café's front window where Liam sat hunched over a chessboard, his brows furrowed in concentration. Across from him sat Dominic, equally focused, his fingers poised above a rook as if weighing his next move.

She had no idea how this had happened.

One minute, she was telling Liam that Dominic was off-limits. The next, her son was asking her—pleading—to let Dominic help him prepare for the upcoming regional chess tournament.

Liam had always been independent, but when he wanted something, he had a way of making it difficult to refuse. And for reasons Camille couldn't fully understand, he wanted this.

She should've said no.

She should've put her foot down.

But she hadn't.

And now, Dominic Hayes was sitting in her café like he belonged here, guiding her son through chess strategies as if the past ten years hadn't stolen that right from him.

"Check," Liam announced, his voice laced with triumph.

Dominic's lips curved slightly, but there was something calculating in his gaze. "Not bad, but…" He moved his queen. "Checkmate."

Liam groaned, slumping back in his chair. "How do you always do that?"

Dominic leaned back, studying the board. "You focus too much on your immediate advantage. Chess isn't just about making the best move—it's about seeing ahead."

Liam huffed but nodded, clearly absorbing the advice.

Camille watched them, something tugging deep in her chest.

Liam had never had a father figure. She had done everything in her power to ensure he never neededone.

But here he was, drinking in Dominic's attention, hungry for the guidance he'd never had.

She turned away, focusing on wiping down the counter as Isabel approached.

"This is a disaster waiting to happen," Isabel muttered, folding her arms.

Camille sighed. "Tell me about it."

Isabel arched a brow. "Then why did you agree?"

"Because Liam wanted it," she admitted. "And because… I didn't know how to say no without hurting him."

Isabel studied her. "And you? How do you feel about all this?"

Camille swallowed. "I feel like I'm handing Dominic a knife and waiting for him to stab me in the back again."

Isabel exhaled. "Cam, you have to be careful. He's not just some guy passing through town. He's Liam's father. And whether you like it or not, that means he has a place in Liam's life now."

Camille stiffened, the truth of those words settling heavy in her chest.

She didn't want to admit it.

Didn't want to feel it.

But it was there, undeniable.

Dominic was here. And Liam wanted him around.

And no matter how much she wanted to protect her son, she wasn't sure she could protect herself.