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He zigzagged the green strip across her shorts, hipbone-to-hipbone,
lower, down to the slight rise of her pubic bone.
Nathan. Tate scrambled onto her elbows. Stop. We promised Val
we wouldn t& Her wary gaze drifted to the loud argument coming from
the sandbox.
We re not doing anything, just sitting on grass enjoying the heat. He
blew gentle, coffee-scented breath across her bare midriff. Can you feel
the heat, Tate?
Every inch of her body flamed with desire. Any coherent response
dried up in her parched mouth.
Besides, he continued, they can t see us. Rotating the stem, he
traced a path between her inner thighs. I m wondering how you taste
here. He crisscrossed just the tip over her knees, down her shinbones to
the tops of her bare feet. And here. And everywhere in between. He
wove the strand through her toes like the finest silken ribbon. Would
you like that?
In her mind s eye, Tate saw his large callused hand circled around
her slender ankle, as the tip of his pink tongue slowly licked between her
toes. The scrape of his white teeth and the urgent suckling as he
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immersed each toe into the hot slickness of his mouth. Followed by the
raspy stubble of his strong jaw against her vulnerable instep, the oh-so-
sensitive ball of her foot, the susceptible tendons above her heel. A low
moan escaped before she stopped it.
He chuckled and moved to the other foot.
She kicked at his hand and leapt away out of his reach. The
anticipatory beating of the pulse between her legs and the answering pull
in her nipples felt like a string stretched to the limit.
His heavy-lidded gaze raked over her. What s wrong?
Nothing, she said, her voice sounding breathy and aroused even to
her own burning ears. Dammit. Playing footsie with him was not on the
list of options today.
Yet she admitted game two definitely belonged to Nathan.
Thumb in mouth, Hannah loped over. She held her arm above her
head and Tate swung her onto her hip. What s wrong?
Hannah removed her thumb long enough to say, Want momma,
before she tunneled into Tate s neck with a little heartbreaking sob.
Tate sent Nathan a panicked look.
He rose to his feet. I m thinking we d better use some diversionary
tactics. Got any ideas?
What s on the list?
Nathan scowled. Don t know and don t care. Sometimes Val s stupid
rules go too far.
Amen to that. I checked out the art supplies here but they re pretty
dismal. She shifted Hannah to the other hip. Want to take them over to
my house for a change of pace? Let them paint and do crafts for a while?
They love that.
That d be good. His eyes brightened. Can I bring Duke?
Just what she didn t need, monster mutt in her newly repainted
interior. Her eyes narrowed over Hannah s head. Why?
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He adores the kids. Plus the poor thing s been alone since yesterday.
Do you think you can handle them for a few hours?
You re leaving me alone with four kids and a wild bear?
Nathan laughed. Duke will be the least of your worries. I ll be right
outside. I ve got to get the last dirt pile moved today. He stroked
Hannah s crown. Tate s heart swelled at his loving gesture, before she
tamped it down. With any luck, next week I ll start planting. You can
help me then. Would you mind?
I m sure we ll be fine.
Hannah squirmed and scampered off.
He ran a hand over his stubbled chin. I need a shower.
I could always get the hose, Tate suggested sweetly.
I ll pass.
Your choice. She gave him an appreciative once over. Still, doesn t
take much for me to imagine you naked. Tate ventured closer. Think of
me when your hands are circling your
Tate, he warned.
She traced a beaded droplet of sweat from his temple to where
stopped on his jaw. Wouldn t it be romantic, creating our own sauna
under the pounding spray of water? Suds. Steam. Your body becoming
my own personal slip and slide? Mmm. I feel dirty just thinking about it,
don t you?
He forced a laugh as he turned away. I would ve been better off if
you would have hosed me down.
The twins helped Nathan outside at Tate s house until they realized
no amount of cajoling would convince him to let them drive the Bobcat.
After they disappeared inside, Nathan wondered how Tate was holding
up. The four lovable monsters overwhelmed him most days. And he was
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used to them. Not to mention the attention his neurotic dog required.
Best that he let Tate and Duke work out their differences without his
interference.
He d finished spreading the last load of soil when Tate stepped into
view. Hey, she said, pouring him a drink. How s it going?
Almost done. Nathan knocked back the water and held the cup out
for more. Glad it s not blazing hot out here today.
I ll bet. Tate lugged the cooler to a rickety wooden bench, frowning
at the clipboard and drafting papers spread across the slats. She plopped
herself on the ground. Worked up an appetite yet?
Not for food. Nah. What re the kids doing?
They all crashed while watching Beauty and the Beast, They re pretty
cranky. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Did you know
your dog snores?
Yeah. Sometimes he even wakes me up. Nathan wasn t about to
confess it was because Duke slept at the bottom of his king-sized bed.
Tate would never consent to spend the night if she suspected he kept the
dog in close quarters out of sheer loneliness. He changed the subject
before she thought to ask specifics. You brought the baby monitor and
movies along from Val s house?
Umm, not exactly. She emitted a tiny, self-conscious laugh. If I
admit I own a copy will you think I m hopelessly juvenile?
Pure sweetness. And Tate be thine name. He faced her, refraining
from stroking the rosy flush along her cheekbones. No. But it is a pretty
romantic movie.
She frowned and scooted back into the bench, scattering papers.
Scrambling to pick them up, she studied the drawing she d replaced on
the clipboard, angling it sideways. What is this? A new project?
He wanted to snatch away the clipboard holding the initial sketches
for the landscaping for the new fire station. During breaks on jobsites,
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he d been implementing some of the techniques Tate had taught him.
Why?
She pointed to the bottom corner. Just wondering what this scruffy
green cat has to do with anything.
What? He leaned over, zeroing in on the area where her index finger
tapped. That s not a cat. That s a bush.
Her eyes widened. Really? Cause no offense, but that is the worst
looking bush I ve ever seen. She squinted at the opposite corner. So
this row of spikes over here, resembling a medieval torture device is&
A stand of young aspen, he said irritably.
Wow. Those are some horrifically deformed trees. Why
Why don t you quit making fun of my drawing skills? I promised not
to laugh at your penchant for sappy Disney movies.
Tate grinned and placed a small consoling kiss on the corner of his
mouth. Poor baby. Sorry. Don t take this personally, but I don t see how
you can sell your landscaping services with these depictions. She
jumped to her feet. Hang on. I ll check on the kids and be right back.
Nathan brooded while she was gone, refusing to reexamine the
primitive illustrations. He knew it didn t look like he d spent any time
agonizing over these plans, when in truth; he d sweated bullets on this
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