Abigail leaned into her husband again.“S’more, baby.You know me so well.”
He bent his head to kiss her.
They were cute and all.
But I was staring at Hutch.
After he handed over his ten bucks, he caught my eye.
M&M?I mouthed.
His shades dipped down to Liam.
Oh wow.
He didn’t miss the instant hero worship.
Mr.Clean Eating wasn’t going to eat it.He just wanted Liam to think he was like the cool guy.
God, I wished I could kiss him.
Uh…
Dang.
Where did that come from?
We weren’t in the lover zone, we weren’t even in the friend zone.
Then again, I’d always been a sucker for men who knew how to handle children with care, and it didn’t take ten years of therapy to understand where that came from (or the three years of therapy I’d actually had).
Adding on to that, for one night, wehadbeen in the lover zone.And it had been a very good night.
Thank you, I mouthed.
He jutted up his chin.
Yeesh.
Dudes.
Emma got tired of the furry cuties and latched onto another kind of cutie, that being Hutch’s hand.
I got a heart skip and a secret quiver watching his big, strong hand engulf her tiny one.
Skipping in place again, she stared up at him and asked, “Are you gonna walk with us through the fair?”
“You want me to?”he asked back.
“Yeah.You got a doggie.”
Boy, when she got older, and Hutch would undoubtedly still be Hutch, I hoped she didn’t remember she picked the dog over the guy even while holding the guy’s hand.She’d never forgive herself for it.
“Then I will,” Hutch agreed.“Wanna help me hold his leash?”
She let him go and clutched her hands to her chest like that had been her dearest wish all her life and squealed, “Yes, please!”
He offered his hand that held the leash.“Right.Hold onto the loop really tight.”
