I took the personality quizzes over and over until I got the answer I wanted.”Ĭaught by surprise, he laughed. “Those were Seventeen magazines I stole from Bethany and hid inside books. “Remember those summers you spent in that tree in your parents’ backyard? You sat up there, legs dangling, reading those books. “Thank you,” she whispered, swaying to the right. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly.” Distracted by exactly how much he needed their skin pressed together, he didn’t guard his words. Travis took a step in her direction, very aware of the fact that they hadn’t touched enough for his liking. Georgie gave an exaggerated toss of her hair. “Well, I can’t help it! You turned my perfectly innocent backyard into construction worker porn. “Christ, we better punch that V card before you have a nervous breakdown.” “The wood for the fireplace, baby girl.” A laugh snuck out. “What?” She jolted, clearly seeing the machinery and lumber for the first time. “Aren’t you going to ask about the construction taking place in your backyard?” One minute around Georgie and warmth crept back into his blood, making him feel normal. Her attention traveled down his chest and belly, color rising in her cheeks. So he forced a smile before she could ask. “Yeah.” She was watching him curiously, seeing too much, and he didn’t have the stomach to explain what had shaken him up. Travis cleared his throat but didn’t get rid of the rust. Fading sunlight lit her up and drenched her exposed legs, highlighting the concern in her eyes. The little flyaway hairs around her face were damp, eyelashes in clumps, lips pink and parted.

She had that fresh-scrubbed look, as if she’d just wiped off her clown makeup. Travis swallowed hard, battling back the urge to scoop her up and bury his face in whatever part of her was closest. Georgie stared back at him, hand still poised in the air.

How about that?”Ī familiar hand settled on Travis’s shoulder and he spun around, breathing like he’d just run up the side of a mountain. “You’re preaching to me? What kind of a mother doesn’t want to care for her son?” After the initial separation, his mother and father both wanted to go out with friends on the same night. A memory resurfaced, not so different from countless others knocking around in his head. Then Travis had come along and put an end to all of that, hadn’t he? Not only had any semblance of romance ceased, all-out warfare had started. Probably brought her flowers and squired her on dates.

Once upon a time, Travis’s father had probably made romantic overtures to his mother. No longer seeing the shade-dappled backyard around him. He paced away from the machinery, tapping his water bottle on his thigh. He’d taken his shirt off in deference to the heat, but the sudden cold made him wish for it now.

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