She nodded. “It would be. But I feel like it’s asking a lot.”
He leaned forward. “Here’s the thing—you didn’t ask. I offered. So obviously, I’m willing to do it.” He sat back again, watching her face, seeing the internal struggle going on. “It might be fun. The road trip back part. Seeing the country. Eating in little diners.”
“Or we might never want to speak to each other again.”
He smirked. “You really think that’s what’s going to happen?”
“No.” She took a deep breath. “I would love your help. Thank you.”
“Then it’s a done deal. Make the arrangements on your end and I’ll reserve a truck for the return trip.”
She smiled. “I appreciate this.”
“I know you do.” He got to his feet, offering her a hand up.
She took it, letting him pull her against him. She kissed him. “Walk me out?”
He nodded, keeping hold of her hand.
Bunny followed them down to the first floor. From there, they went out to the pool so Harper could speak to Kyle.
Ruthie was sitting in a floating ring with its own sunshade and back support. She looked like a little princess. Mitch smiled. “Hi, there, baby girl.”
Kyle grinned and looked at Harper. “You see that? It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.”
She laughed. “Sorry, but it’s pretty hard to notice anyone else next to that gorgeous child. Your dad said you were interested in doing some brainstorming?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I am. I have a lot of ideas for the next book, but they’re not really coming together.”
“I’m game anytime you are. Just let me know.”
“Okay. How about tomorrow morning, over coffee? If Dad can keep an eye on Ruthie.”
“I can,” Mitch said. He’d crouched down by the edge of the pool to see Ruthie better. After Harper left, he was going to run upstairs, put his trunks on, and get in the water.
“Don’t you think your dad could help with the brainstorming?” Harper asked. “He knows more about books than the two of us put together.”
“Good point,” Kyle said. “I’m sure Beryl can watch Ruthie.”
Harper nodded. “Then it’s a date.” She looked at Mitch. “I guess I’ll be seeing you in the morning, then.”
He stood. “I look forward to it.” He gestured at Kyle. “Don’t go anywhere. I’m going to join you guys in the pool.”
Harper waved at Kyle, then tipped her head toward her house. “Have a good night.”
“You, too.” He wanted to kiss her. But he hadn’t done that in front of Kyle yet.
Harper smiled like she knew. “It’s okay,” she said softly.
“No, it isn’t.” Mitch gave her a quick peck on the mouth. “But practice makes perfect.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Frankie woke early and went downstairs to make coffee, in case it wasn’t already made. Sometimes Harper beat her to it. Today was not one of those days. She had a feeling Harper and Jack had stayed up late, talking.
She’d gone to bed around ten, knowing she had a busy day ahead of her. Not only was she going to the art supply store for all the necessary supplies for Arlington’s portrait, but she had every intention of getting the canvas prepped and ready. Maybe she’d even sketch out the lines for the painting.
Ambitious, yes, but even more so because at some point she was hoping to see Lucas, too.
