Letâs head over to the real animals. If youâre good, weâll get snow cones.â
âO-okay.â
While Dallasâs new promise at least provided temporary calm, throbbing rock from the midway combined with temperatures in the muggy high-eighties proved not a good combination when Josie was already worn out from a tough day at school.
The petting zoo was more quiet, but also more frenzied with dozens of little bodies darting in all directions.
âWant to find an out-of-the-way bench?â Dallas asked.
âSounds perfect.â
While Josie found a seat, Dallas purchased feed for the girls, instructing them to stay within the fenced area.
âFeels good to take a load off,â he said, gazing towardhis daughters who giggled while tiny goats nuzzled grain pellets from their palms. âReady?â
âFor what?â she asked with a sideways glance, trying to ignore tingly awareness on the side of her body where their thighs and shoulders brushed. Sheâd forgotten his size. How just being around him filled her with the sense that whatever happenedâaside from kid disastersâheâd be in control.
âTo tell me what was wrong Friday night?â
Her stomach sank. âWhy do you care?â
âYouâre spending all of this time helping me with the twins, yet aside from buying you a half-dozen fried Twinkies, Iâve done nothing for you.â
âFirst, I only had two Twinkies, thank you very much. Second, whatâs bugging me has nothing to do with you.â Looking at her fresh manicure, she traced the outline of her cuticle. Maybe if she tried hard enough to avoid Dallasâs probing gaze, heâd get the hint that she didnât want to share certain portions of her personal life.
âSure? Because it wouldnât be the first time I ticked a woman off. The few times my momâs book club have tried fixing me up on blind dates theyâve ended in disaster.â
Who wouldnât like you? was the first thing that entered her mind. Beyond his looks, Dallas was funny and hardworking and well-mannered. Had she been remotely interested in giving the whole relationship game another try, he would certainly be a prime candidate. But her last weeks with Hugh had been a nightmare. Heâd single handedly taken everything she thought sheâd known about love and turned it upside down.
âOnce, ten minutes into our date, I asked a woman if her hair hurt.â
âWhy would you do that?â The question provided the perfect opportunity to angle away from him, giving herself space to breathe. Even over the barnâs perfume of straw and manure, Dallas smelled of leather and citrus and sun. Like the kinds of outdoor adventures sheâd never take.
âEvelyn had it all stacked up high with a bird wing barrette sticking out of the side. Looked like it was stabbing her. I thought I was being polite. Judging by her sudden need to stay home to clean carpets, she thought different.â
âYouâre terrible,â she admonished. âKind of like a certain pair of your offspringâ¦â Pointing toward a llama, Josie was already on her feet to hopefully ward off trouble.
Bonnie had climbed halfway over the fence, with Betsy not far behind. Theyâd dumped their feed buckets and now wore them as hats.
âLet me handle this,â Dallas said, passing Josie midway.
Already out of breath, she paused, hunched over, bracing her hands on her knees.
Wonder of wonders, Dallas snagged each girl around their waist, giving them stony looks before setting them to their feet. âWhat are you two thinking?â
âBetsy wanted to kiss the llama,â Bonnie explained, âbut he wouldnât come close enough, so I was gonna try picking him up, but then I got stuck so Betsy was gonna help.â
Hands braced on his hips, Josie was pleased to see Dallas finally looking the part of an aggravated father.
Jane Kemp, Nancy Brockton, Julie Bosso, Debbie Brownstone, Cindy Jameson