Denver pulled away from the curb, and the little house disappeared too quickly. “I know you want out of that lodge room.”
“Have you ever slept with a restless five-year-old in your bed?” Sophie shook her head, certain there was at least one bruise back there from Caroline’s active little feet last night. “I’m almost ready to drag in an air mattress and sleep on the floor.”
“Can’t imagine doing that for a year.”
“Three hundred and ninety-two days. But who’s counting?”
At the lodge, Denver dropped her off near the kitchen entrance, refusing the cup of coffee she offered. Despite her resolve to keep her distance from Denver Grant this week, Sophie was torn to let him go. “I have to get to work. A place twenty miles outside of town is on the schedule today.”
She tried to dismiss the urge, convinced it was their close friendship during her low moments that brought her comfort. She’d feel this way even if Denver was a woman.Wouldn’t I?“Thanks for coming with me,” she said, meaning it. “I’ll sleep on it. Promise.”
“Soph?”
“Yeah?” Their gazes locked, causing her breath to shorten. How was it possible for Denver to grow evenmoreattractive?
“No more running today. If you put on those shoes, you better be walking.”
She let the last bit of defeat exhale with a deep breath, preparing to face her sisters. They’d no doubt pepper her with questions.
Denver touched her hand, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the words that followed. Her gaze locked on that strong hand. It was tan and a little rough from unloading firewood. Denver wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty when it was needed. “When the right arrangement comes up, you’ll know it.”
“I know. Coming to dinner tonight?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“See you then.” Sophie slipped out of the truck and practically ran to the door. On the top step, she touched her hand where her skin still tingled. How had this gotten so quickly out of hand?
