“She’s the best mom.”
Silas looks up at me and smiles.
“The best mom.”
Chapter Eight
Theresa
We eat breakfast and then help Heath tidy up the kitchen. By the time we’re finished, it’s mid-morning, and I realize that I should probably head back to our campsite. The kids are ready to run around and honestly, I feel a little bad for taking up so much of his time. Maybe I shouldn’t. He doesn’t seem to mind that we’re here, and that’s kind of wonderful, actually. If anything, I get the impression that Heath likes having the company.
I feel like he enjoys having us in his space, and that he likes playing dad to the kids. He doesn’t have children of his own, which is just so crazy to me because he’s really, really good with my boys.
Like, unbelievably good.
“We should probably get going,” I finally say.
“What? No!” Silas and Sebastian say in unison.
“We don’t want to impose on Mr. Heath too much more,” I tell the kids.
“You aren’t imposing at all,” he tells me. “In fact, I have an idea.” He wiggles his eyebrows and turns to the kids. “Hey, while I talk to your mom, can you boys go outside and find ten good sticks for me? Spot loves to run around and play fetch, but I never have enough sticks.”
“Okay!” The kids both take off outside and the door slams behind them. Then Heath strides across the room and kisses me deeply. Instantly, I’m up on my toes and I feel like my heart is going to fucking melt.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“A request.”
“What?”
“How much longer is your planned vacation?”
“I’m going back tomorrow,” I tell him.
“What if I take you to your campsite and we gather up your stuff? You could stay here one more night, and then I’ll drive you back to your car tomorrow.”
I look at him curiously, trying to figure out the catch. I don’t think that he wants sex from me. Well, that’s not true, but I don’t think he’s using it as some sort of bargaining chip. He’s not the kind of guy who would take a woman for granted like that. He definitely wouldn’t try to pressure anyone.
“You aren’t busy?” I ask him. “You wouldn’t mind having a strange lady and her little kids hanging around?”
“Not at all,” he says. “In fact, I rather liked playing house with you all this morning. I could go for another day. What do you think?”
He strokes my cheek, touching me gently, and I practically melt into him. Why can’t I resist this guy?
More importantly, why don’t I want to resist this guy?
“I think it sounds wonderful.”
Heath seems just as surprised as I am. Maybe that’s okay, though. My entire life is planned. Every single day, I have a schedule for how many words I have to write and how many tasks I have to accomplish. My entire world revolves around writing for deadlines, but right now, I don’t have any of those responsibilities.
Right now, I have the absolute freedom to just lose myself here in this cabin with this man, and I kind of want to take it.
I kind of want to forget about all of the stress I’ve been dealing with and all of the work I’ve had to do, and I just want to think about him and how wonderful he is.
“Really?”
“Really.”