“Yep, I’m pretty sure I saw some in there,” Amy agreed.
Isabella’s hands went to her hips. “Daddy. That’s not the kind of ice cream we want. We want Dairy Queen. Right, Julia?” She glanced at her cousin who once again nodded.
Will turned to Amy and found her watching him, humor glinting in her eyes. Something told him she was trying very hard not to laugh at his predicament.
“Ice cream does sound good,” she said with a grin.
Given that he couldn’t say no to one little girl, there was no way he was going to be able to say no to three of them. “Okay. Fine.”
The girls cheered as he stood from his lawn chair. When Amy didn’t get up, he pinned her with a look. “No way am I taking these two on my own. You sided with them, so you get to enjoy the pleasure of their company, too.”
“If you insist,” Amy said, her soft green eyes twinkling.
“Oh, I do,” Will replied and held out a hand to pull her up from the chair.
Following a hesitation so brief that he wondered if he’d actually imagined it, Amy gripped his handand came to herfeet. After releasing her hand, he turned to the girls. “Go get your shoes on.”
“I should probably let Lance and Jessa know where we’re going,” Amy said as she reached for her phone. “And I need shoes, too.”
“I’ll text them. No need to disturb them if they’re napping,” Will said as he followed her onto the porch and then into the kitchen.
Amy nodded as she headed up the stairs.
Once they had their shoes on, Isabella and Julia waited on the front porch, fairly dancing with excitement. Will pulled his keys out and led the way to his SUV. He helped the girls get into the back and then started it to cool the interior down. He leaned against the side of the vehicle and sent a quick text to Lance while he waited for Amy to reappear.
When she did, he noticed she’d changed from her shorts into a pair of white capris. Her hair was down again, and she wore a pair of large sunglasses.
He straightened and opened the passenger side door for her. After she was settled, he closed it and went around to slide behind the wheel.
“Wow,” Amy said. “Is this a car or a spaceship?”
Will picked up his sunglasses from where he’d left them earlier on the dash and slid them on. He put the SUV in gear and headed out toward the highway. “Unfortunately, the Escalade spaceship model was all sold out. They only made a handful, and I wasn’t quick enough, so I had to settle for the car model.”
When there was no response from Amy, he glanced over at her. She sat staring at him. Her glasses hid her eyes, but the corners of her lips turned up. “Did you just crack a joke?”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Guess so,” Will said, his gaze back on the road. He was a bit surprised himself. Though he appreciated humor as much as the next person, he hadn’t really initiated it much over the past few years. “I have a weakness for nice cars.”
“You have more than one of these?” Amy asked, her tone incredulous.
“No, but I do have a truck that I use for visiting job sites or moving stuff.”
“So this is your Sunday go to meetin’ ride?”
This time Will chuckled. “Among other things.”
Amy ran her hand over the dashboard. “I don’t think I’ve ever ridden in something so luxurious. This is crazy cool.”
Will knew that of all his siblings, he’d been the one to indulge himself with the inheritance money, although they all had larger homes than he did—not counting the one that sat empty not far from the manor. He was generous with his money, and even though he didn’t go on the missions trips like he had before, he tried to support missions as best he could.
“What do you drive?” Will asked.
“A bike,” Amy replied.
“Like a motorcycle? You don’t strike me as the biker chick sort.”
“Nope. A bicycle. You know. Two wheels. Pedals. Handlebars.”
