Bob looked up at Rachel. “That okay with you?”
After Evelyn got them good and sugared up? Yes, it was totally fine. After an hour in the car with that amount of blood sugar, Evelyn might rethink her stance on the abundance of breakfast pastry the boys consumed.
“Sounds like they’ll have fun.” Rachel did her very best to smirk only on the inside. “Thank you, that would be great.”
“And the dogs,” Travis added. “You’ll want to take the dogs. Don’t leave them out.”
Bob glared at Travis over the top of his mug. “How’d I wind up on mutt duty?”
“You married me,” Evelyn said, cheery.
Travis’s eyes met Rachel’s and the heat beneath the surface was enough to…well…toast a breakfast pastry all by itself.
Without any other options apparently available, Rachel grabbed a pumpkin pie tart for herself.
Of all the pies, pumpkin pie was her least favorite.
And Brady was correct, this version wasverynot good.
Chapter Sixteen
“The silver lining to the dark cloud of being a single mom is that all decisions are your own.” — Rosey, Colorado, USA
Rachel
“Where’s he going?” Rachel asked as she peeked out the side of the curtain by the front door.
Dave was climbing into one of the black SUVs in the driveway.
She’d finally wrapped up her call and went in search of some lunch. And Travis. Lunch and Travis. Possibly lunch with Travis.
What she’d found was Travis finishing up his first conference call and Dave heading out to whereabouts unknown.
“Don’t know.” Travis came behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he pulled the curtain a little farther. “But he’s Dave, so wherever he’s going, it’ll probably be fun.”
The light way he said that held a tone of wistful.
“Meetings weren’t so fun?” she asked.
“They were work.” He shifted behind her, his chest still right there.
Rachel let her body lean in to his, just a little. “And Dave is now the fun sibling?”
The sibling in question pulled around the half circle drive in front of the house and onto the road. He headed in the direction of the town.
“Gavin is the serious one. I guess Dave gets to be the fun one.” Travis’s warm breath brushed against her neck. “And I’m the other one.”
“Oh, come on, you’ll get a new designation.” she said.“Just because you decided to go to a couple of meetings doesn’t mean you can’t still be fun.”
He seemed to lose himself in thought.
Oh. Huh. That idea gave her a stomachache. “Did you go to the meetings because of me?”
“No.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “It’s been a while coming. I need to step up.”
“Then what are you doing with me?” Because she genuinely wanted to know.Theyas athemdidn’t make much sense, so this was an answer she was searching to uncover.
“I’m taking”—he turned her, so they were face-to-face—“what I want.”
