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hadn’t been
there, she probably would have stood with her mouth hanging open.
Awhile longer.
Chapter 6
During dinner Kade sat beside Kelsey. The family chattered and laughed, but Kelsey
could scarcely think with the hair on Kade’s forearm tickling her arm every time he
moved. He pressed his leg to hers beneath the table, and even when she shifted in
her seat he still managed to brush up against her. It was almost a relief when dinner
was over and she could escape his constant presence.
After they all helped Sadie clean off the table and straighten the kitchen, Trent
grabbed Kade’s hand and tugged him toward the back door. “Come on, Dad. Let’s show
Kelsey my hideout.”
“You game?” Kade asked, looking at Kelsey in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
She smiled. “Sure. I’d love to see your hideout, Trent.”
“All right.” The boy snatched her hand, too, and pulled her and Kade out the door.
.
She laughed and looked over Trent’s head at Kade. “You have quite the dynamo here.”
“You have no idea.” Kade’s dimple appeared when he smiled, and her stomach flip-flopped.
The boy’s hand felt small and warm in Kelsey’s as he dragged them through Sadie’s
orchard and into the windbreak. The late-afternoon sun hung just above the mountains
and the air smelled of cut grass and marigolds. A breeze cooled her cheeks and twigs
snapped underfoot as they walked through cottonwood, eucalyptus, and juniper trees.
When they reached a grassy area, Trent pointed to a muddy pool of water. “That’s Grandma’s
duck pond.” It smelled of moss and algae, and the sounds of quacking filled the clearing.
“Don’t they sound like they’re telling secrets? That’s what Grandma always says. And
look, there’s Momma duck and her babies.”
Kelsey smiled. “I bet Momma duck is chatting about how adorable her babies are.”
They halted as the duck family waddled in front of them, about a dozen fuzzy ducklings
trailing the mother.
“Come on.” Trent pulled Kelsey’s hand and led her farther into the windbreak. “Here
it is,” he announced when they came upon a playhouse painted in cheerful primary colors.
“My dad made it for me when I was five and he painted it in my favorite colors. It’s
on the ground ‘cause the trees around here aren’t big enough to build it up high,
so it’s not a tree house, it’s a ground house, but I call it my hideout.”
The yellow house stood about five feet tall, had a green chimney, scarlet door, and
bright blue trim around the windows and eaves. It was perfect for a kid to have loads
of adventures in.
“The craftsmanship is beautiful.” Kelsey glanced at Kade. “Your father must be talented
with his hands.”
The second she said it, a hot flush swept over her, and it was all she could do not
to clap her hand over her mouth. Instead she studied the playhouse, trying to regain
her composure.
Kade’s laugh was soft, sensual as he leaned close. “Thank you, darlin’.”
“Come inside.” Trent dodged through the door. “I want to show you all my stuff.”
Kelsey followed, doing her best to ignore Kade. No easy feat considering the effect
his presence had on her erratic pulse.
The playhouse was snug, but the three of them managed to squeeze inside and sit on
the green floor. She scooted beside the child-sized table and chairs, and she was
sure Kade made a point to press as close to her as possible.
The warmth of his skin seared her as his arm rubbed against hers, and his jeans were
rough against her bare thigh. His masculine scent surrounded her. She considered telling
him to move away, but she was afraid her voice would betray the desire he stirred
inside her.
“This is a great place to hide, so that’s why I call it my hideout.” Trent pushed
open blue shutters and pointed out the window. “You can see the driveway from here
and the front door, but no one can see us. So if I
there, she probably would have stood with her mouth hanging open.
Awhile longer.
Chapter 6
During dinner Kade sat beside Kelsey. The family chattered and laughed, but Kelsey
could scarcely think with the hair on Kade’s forearm tickling her arm every time he
moved. He pressed his leg to hers beneath the table, and even when she shifted in
her seat he still managed to brush up against her. It was almost a relief when dinner
was over and she could escape his constant presence.
After they all helped Sadie clean off the table and straighten the kitchen, Trent
grabbed Kade’s hand and tugged him toward the back door. “Come on, Dad. Let’s show
Kelsey my hideout.”
“You game?” Kade asked, looking at Kelsey in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
She smiled. “Sure. I’d love to see your hideout, Trent.”
“All right.” The boy snatched her hand, too, and pulled her and Kade out the door.
.
She laughed and looked over Trent’s head at Kade. “You have quite the dynamo here.”
“You have no idea.” Kade’s dimple appeared when he smiled, and her stomach flip-flopped.
The boy’s hand felt small and warm in Kelsey’s as he dragged them through Sadie’s
orchard and into the windbreak. The late-afternoon sun hung just above the mountains
and the air smelled of cut grass and marigolds. A breeze cooled her cheeks and twigs
snapped underfoot as they walked through cottonwood, eucalyptus, and juniper trees.
When they reached a grassy area, Trent pointed to a muddy pool of water. “That’s Grandma’s
duck pond.” It smelled of moss and algae, and the sounds of quacking filled the clearing.
“Don’t they sound like they’re telling secrets? That’s what Grandma always says. And
look, there’s Momma duck and her babies.”
Kelsey smiled. “I bet Momma duck is chatting about how adorable her babies are.”
They halted as the duck family waddled in front of them, about a dozen fuzzy ducklings
trailing the mother.
“Come on.” Trent pulled Kelsey’s hand and led her farther into the windbreak. “Here
it is,” he announced when they came upon a playhouse painted in cheerful primary colors.
“My dad made it for me when I was five and he painted it in my favorite colors. It’s
on the ground ‘cause the trees around here aren’t big enough to build it up high,
so it’s not a tree house, it’s a ground house, but I call it my hideout.”
The yellow house stood about five feet tall, had a green chimney, scarlet door, and
bright blue trim around the windows and eaves. It was perfect for a kid to have loads
of adventures in.
“The craftsmanship is beautiful.” Kelsey glanced at Kade. “Your father must be talented
with his hands.”
The second she said it, a hot flush swept over her, and it was all she could do not
to clap her hand over her mouth. Instead she studied the playhouse, trying to regain
her composure.
Kade’s laugh was soft, sensual as he leaned close. “Thank you, darlin’.”
“Come inside.” Trent dodged through the door. “I want to show you all my stuff.”
Kelsey followed, doing her best to ignore Kade. No easy feat considering the effect
his presence had on her erratic pulse.
The playhouse was snug, but the three of them managed to squeeze inside and sit on
the green floor. She scooted beside the child-sized table and chairs, and she was
sure Kade made a point to press as close to her as possible.
The warmth of his skin seared her as his arm rubbed against hers, and his jeans were
rough against her bare thigh. His masculine scent surrounded her. She considered telling
him to move away, but she was afraid her voice would betray the desire he stirred
inside her.
“This is a great place to hide, so that’s why I call it my hideout.” Trent pushed
open blue shutters and pointed out the window. “You can see the driveway from here
and the front door, but no one can see us. So if I
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