“No.”
“Fence?”
“No. It starts with a G.”
“Gnome.”
“Oh. I never thought of that as a decoration.”
“What do you think of gnomes as?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Scary little devils. I don’t like them, and I certainly wouldn’t put one in my garden.”
I laughed.
“Anything else?”
“Four-letter word for a flightless bird.”
“Kiwi.”
She offered me a smile. One so genuine and warm, my breath caught in my throat.
“You’re good.”
She frowned as she wrote it in the book. I couldn’t take seeing her in pain anymore.
“Can I help?”
She looked up. “What?”
“We can do it together. I’ll fill in the words, so you don’t hurt your hand writing.”
“Oh.” She offered me the pen. “Okay.”
I shut the laptop and moved my chair closer. Our shoulders touched, and as I leaned over the book, Skylar’s hair fell over her shoulder, the soft ends brushing my hand. I knew if I turned my head slightly, I would be able to bury my nose into her thick tresses. Strangely enough, it was exactly what I wanted to do.
“Pencil.”
Her voice startled me out of my thoughts. “What?”
“Number six across. Pencil.”
“Right.”
I filled it in and then quickly did seven, eight, and ten across.
“Hey!”
“Sorry.”
“Fourteen is Egypt.”
I grinned. “Sixteen is bookshelf.”
She huffed and reached for a red pen, putting a small check mark by fourteen and six.
“What’s that for?”