In the middle of slipping a hand up my leg and under my dress, he’s worried that his kids hurt my feelings.
Kindness.
I press a kiss to his stubbly jaw. “I don’t take it personally.”
“Would you like to take this personally?” He flexes his hips against mine.
I arch back against his hard-on. “Yes, please.”
“Good. Because I?—”
“Bees!” someone screams outside.
Simon’s head whips up.
He blinks at me as someone else screams.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he mutters.
We both dash toward the door, get in each other’s way, and I manage to get out first.
“What’s wrong?” I ask Daphne, but she’s not on the porch.
She’s running after Charlie, who’s running away from the tree and toward the barn.
“Beeeeees,” Charlie hollers.
I run after Daphne and Charlie.
Simon overtakes us both as he sprints after his son.
Both Tank and Pinky are chasing Charlie too.
“It doesn’t make sense,” I pant at Daphne as I catch up to her. “Ryker’s bees are on the other side of the property.”
She stops so suddenly I almost trip over her.
And she turns around just as fast.
“What?” I gasp.
She doesn’t answer.
But she does start to grin.
We’re both huffing and puffing—clearly need to go running more—but she’s smiling and changing course, running again, but this time, around the back of the house.
“Daph?”
I look back at Simon and Tank and Pinky and Charlie.
And that’s when it hits me.
Eddie’s not with them.
Ryker and Hudson are in the goat barn.
All of the other adults are running after Charlie.
