“Hi.”
“Hello,” Ivy added.
“You look…” He couldn’t think of the right word, as she was distracting him. “Incredible.” The dress dipped down, revealing the top swells of her breasts. His mouth watered to sample them. It felt like it had been months, instead of just two days.
“Thank you.” Olivia blushed. “The girls dolled me up. Susan lent Ivy some clothes, too.”
“I’ll have to add my thanks to them as well.” Heath opened the doors and helped each of them into the truck, before dashing back to the driver’s seat. “So, I take it you had a good day.”
“I did. Abigail and Kinsley even offered me a full-time job, working in their office.”
“That’s great.” He was glad she wouldn’t have to work at the diner anymore. Not only would he not have to put in extra PT to burn off all the eating out, but Olivia wouldn’t have to work as many crazy hours.
“Yeah, I’m pretty excited. I thought telling Kathy would be hard, but she’s happy for me.”
“When do you start?”
“Today,” Olivia giggled. “Abigail was showing me around and got a call for a new client, so I pretty much started this morning. I told Kathy I would put in a two weeks’ notice, but she wouldn’t hear it. This town is something else. I’ve never met people like them before.”
It was true. “The people here are one of a kind. They’ll give you the shirt off their back to help out, especially our women. They have some of the biggest hearts.” Heath looked pointedly at her, making sure she knew he included her in that statement.
“I’m really glad we found our way here.”
“Me too.” They locked eyes. The truck cab suddenly felt warm, and Heath started leaning forward, Olivia mirroring his actions, when Ivy cleared her throat.
They both sprang apart looking guilty. It would take some getting used to having a kid with them. Before, he saw kids as a hinderance, but now, he was looking at it as a challenge. How much could he get away with touching and kissing Olivia without Ivy catching them?
“Alright, let’s go.” Heath adjusted his pants to alleviate the pressure, and Olivia didn’t help matters by looking down at his bulge and nibbling on her bottom lip. “Behave,” he warned softly, so Ivy didn’t hear.
Olivia gave him a mischievous look that said she had no intention of behaving. Fine with him, because one thing she failed to remember was Ivy was spending the night at Susan’s. He had all night with Olivia. Whether they went to his place or hers, he had every intention of finally making love to her.
Olivia’s hand slid over his, rubbing between his fingers in a gentle motion but no less erotic. Oh, yeah. It was going to be a good night.
The carnival was packed, as it was the last night, and parking had been difficult. They had to park in the back of the second lot, which was just a grassy area. Olivia didn’t seem to mind. Heath kept Olivia tucked to his side near the cars and away from traffic coming in and out. He would always keep himself between her and danger. The same went for Ivy, who stayed close to Olivia’s other side.
Heath’s hand drifted down from Olivia’s shoulder to her back, and then down to her ass and squeezed. Olivia gave a small gasp and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He saw retribution in her eyes, and Heath looked forward to it.
They stopped at the first vendor, who was selling kettle corn. Olivia bent forward, grazing his arm with her breasts. To any onlooker they wouldn’t notice. She straightened up, giving him a wink, before moving onto the next stand with an extra swish in her step, drawing his eyes to her hips. “Ivy, how would you like some kettle corn?”
Ivy looked at her mom for an answer, but Olivia had her back turned to them, as she looked over another table. Heath decided to take the issue in hand not knowing if Olivia was testing him or was oblivious to them.
“One, please.” He paid and took the small bag. “Here, if your mom doesn’t like it, then say it’s mine, and you’re holding it for me.” Heath said with a wink, and then took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. He hadn’t had kettle corn in years and forgot how sweet it could be.
Ivy clutched the bag to her chest, as if to protect the bag.
“Try it.” He encouraged.
Ivy took one piece and slowly ate it.
“What do you think?”
“It’s sweet yet salty.” Ivy took a larger handful and shoved it into her mouth. That was answer enough for him.
“Let’s catch up with your mom.” He had some torturing to do.
“There you are.” Olivia announced, when they caught up.
“You left us.” Ivy accused.
