Bea grabbed a fistful of her hair. She’d been doing that since she was a kid.
“Ow—okay, okay, you win…”
I laughed softly.
Daniela looked up.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Hey, stranger,” she said.
“Hey.”
Bea, sensing she’d lost Daniela’s attention, made her displeasure known by yanking her hair even harder.
“Wow, we’re still doing this—” Daniela gently extracted herself and looked up at me. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
She was a damn good actress, but even I knew that was a lie. I gave her a quizzical look.
“Where else would I be?”
She shrugged. “...somewhere.”
“Like…?”
“Shooting a horse-themed Hallmark movie?”
I snorted. “Really.”
“It would be great.” She finally got her hair free from Bea’s fist. “The Horseman Who Stole My Heart.”
“Not to be confused with the Headless Horseman.”
“No, that’s the Halloween movie,” she said. She pulled Bea into her arms and pushed to her feet—and I couldn’t resist rushing forward to help her, extending a hand to grasp her elbows.
And touching her again…Christ.
It had taken all of two seconds for me to fall just as hard as I did last summer.
She looked down at my hands on her elbows. Looked back up.
"Thank you," she said. Dry. "Very gallant."
"You had a baby."
"I had a toddler. There's a difference." She shifted Bea to her hip and stepped back and I let go, which I was glad about because another two seconds and it would have been obvious. "She's gotten heavy."
"She's Gage's daughter. She was always going to be solid."
Daniela looked at Bea. Bea looked back at her.
"She really does look just like him," Daniela said.
"It's unsettling."
"Millie says she has his temperament too."
"God help us all."
