“Can we do the rope courses now?” Archer asked.
“We can,” Farrah said. “As long as Jayce’s fingers are okay with it.”
He looked at his hand. “I can handle it,” he said. “And I’ll kick your butt just as fast.”
Only no one did. Her son was small and agile and Jayce was right. There were some serious abilities there she’d never noticed before.
“You were right. He’s good.”
“I told you.”
“We’ll have to come back again.”
“Or you can build some of these things in your yard. You’ve got the room.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. I’m not good at building anything. Mowing my lawn and weeding the landscaping is about all I can handle.”
“I could do it,” he said.
“First, I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Second, I didn’t know you could build. You’ve wanted no part of that with your family.”
“I’m not completely helpless. It’s just not what I wanted to do with my job, but Gabe can do it and he’d help. Chance is handy. And Gabe’s brother-in-law is Royce Kennedy of Kennedy Construction. He can build anything.”
Wow, this was moving fast in her mind.
From lunch, to watching her son for a week, and now he wanted to build something in her yard. They hadn’t even had a date.
Unless he wasn’t interested in her that way and was only being nice to the single mother.
That might be worse in her mind.
“I’m sure everyone has their own houses and lives to do things with on the weekends. But I appreciate it. If it’s something I consider in the future, I’ll hire someone.”
He shrugged. “No pressure, but I could do a few things, though I’m sure you want to make sure it’s safe enough.”
“Duh,” she said, rolling her eyes at his laugh. “That might help.”
“Let’s go, guys!” Archer shouted from where he was a few feet ahead of them. “Walk faster.”
“He’s bossy,” she said. “Sorry.”
Jayce leaned in, and she caught his scent—fresh, clean, laced with heat and sweat that only seemed to sharpen it. She’d never thought she was weak enough to be swayed by something so simple, but clearly, she was wrong.
“He takes after his mother,” he murmured. “I remember you being that impatient a few times.”
She turned, finding his face so close, their eyes locking, grins mirroring, the air between them humming with something unspoken.
“Mom.”
Leave it to Archer to break the spell. Maybe it was for the best.
“Coming,” she said.
Two hours later, she was beat. Literally exhausted.
She didn’t know the last time she had been this drained.
“Come on,” he said. “Be honest. You’re worn out.”
