The Trick To Getting A Mom. Amy Frazier

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СКАЧАТЬ vulnerable, he looked far sexier than upright and in charge. He glowered at the offending red cowboy boot that teetered on the edge of the porch. “That nearly killed me.”

      Gingerly, Kit stood, dug her bare feet into the mud, then extended her hand.

      He eyed her doubtfully.

      “I’ll help!” Alex materialized at Kit’s side.

      Taking a hand each, Sean braced his boot heels in the mud.

      “One, two, three!” Alex crowed.

      They pulled as he heaved himself out of the bush, slamming against Kit. Gleefully, Alex danced away as the two adults fell once again.

      Before they hit the ground, Sean grabbed Kit to him and rolled to his side. They slid like two harbor seals in a long mucky embrace down what once was—a very long time ago—a lawn. The wind knocked out of her, Kit couldn’t move, although she hated to think of the shape she’d be in if Sean hadn’t broken their fall—her fall—by flipping to his side. Pancake came to mind.

      She felt the corded strength of his arms around her, felt the rise and fall of his rock-hard chest. Heard his ragged breathing and something else…something strange. The low, rusty beginnings of a laugh. The crinkles around his eyes told her she wasn’t mistaken. Holding her tightly, he threw back his head and roared. His teeth flashed stark white against his mud-daubed face.

      His laughter proved infectious.

      Return to Pritchard’s Neck had put Kit on edge, and the man who now held her hadn’t eased her sense of unbalance. This unintended pratfall pushed her over the brink. She flung back her head and gave herself over to a marvelous belly laugh as Alex performed a noisy dance around the two fallen adults.

      “You’re a sight.” A broad grin lighting up his face, Sean brushed a clump of hair from Kit’s eyes. His mud-slick fingertips raised goose bumps on her flesh.

      “No one’s about to ask you to tea at the Ritz,” she replied, picking a hydrangea blossom from behind his ear.

      He caught her wrist, his merriment transferred into longing. A shiver of reciprocal desire ran down her spine.

      “Alex! What are you doing?” A woman’s voice rang out with crisp authority.

      Alex froze.

      A look of horror on his face, Sean released Kit, and struggled to get up.

      “Who’s she?” Kit asked as he helped her up. The woman wore a neat business suit and was standing beside a sedan, her arms crossed. She did not appear amused by what she saw.

      “Candace Simmons,” Sean replied. He had the look of a schoolboy caught smoking behind the gym. “Alex’s principal. And my sister-in-law’s best friend.”

      When the woman recognized Sean, her face registered disappointment. Slowly, with a long glance at Kit, she got in her car and drove away. And Kit saw her chances of getting out of town without starting any new rumors evaporate like fog before the morning sun.

      “HOW COULD YOU?” Nine months pregnant and angrier than a hornet in a car wash, Emily McCabe leaned against her front door, her hands supporting her back. She stared at the two mud monsters. “How could you?”

      Sean had stopped to tell his sister-in-law he’d found Alex and was going to take her to the lobster pound with him. Unfortunately, Candace had come and gone before them with the news of the spectacle in Babe’s front yard.

      “Alexandra, do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn’t find you?” Emily pushed a strand of lank hair out of her face. “Do you know how difficult it is for me to get around to look for you?”

      “Yes’m.” Alex scuffed one toe of her boot against the other. She didn’t look at all sorry, Sean thought.

      With difficulty, Emily knelt before Alex. “Honey, you scared me. If anything had happened to you…”

      Sean felt guilty. He shouldn’t have bothered his sister-in-law in the first place, but he’d nowhere else to turn for child care. His sister, Mariah, was working overtime at the local landscape nursery to pay for night school. Pop and Jonas were working above and beyond their regular carpentry jobs to get the lobster pound open before the tourist season peaked. His oldest brother, Nick, and his family were in the process of moving back to Pritchard’s Neck, but they wouldn’t be settled in until the end of next month. Brad’s wife, Emily, had seemed Sean’s only choice.

      Emily and Brad’s twins, Nina and Noah, were eight, and Olivia was six, which meant that they were away at school all day. So Sean had promised Emily that Alex would entertain herself, would be no trouble at all. He’d gotten the first part right.

      “Do you understand why I was so upset?” Emily’s voice had lost its edge.

      “Sorry.” Hugging her aunt, Alex finally seemed genuinely repentant.

      “Then right around to the back, young lady, and hose off at the outside tap while I talk to your father.” Emily looked as if she wasn’t going to let Sean get away as easily.

      Alex trotted around the corner of the house, a tiny smile turning up the corner of her lips, obviously already imagining she was on her way to water some trusty safari animal.

      “She didn’t mean any harm,” Sean offered.

      “She never means any harm.” Sighing, Emily smoothed the tent-like dress over her swollen form. “She’s in her own little world without consequences. A world you give far too much encouragement.”

      “She saw the yard-sale sign down the street.” Sean stopped himself. Emily looked as if her physical strength and emotional patience had run out with her pregnancy. She didn’t need one more person challenging her. Not now, anyway. “She wanted to see if there were any books.”

      “Books.” Emily rolled her eyes. “If it’s not books, it’s lobstering. If it’s not lobstering, it’s those wild travel fantasies you cultivate. Candace says Alex needs to focus more on—”

      “I’m sorry she caused you grief.” He didn’t want to pick a fight with the woman who’d tried to do him a favor, but he didn’t need yet another lecture on child rearing. He was doing the best he could.

      “You need to nudge her in the right directions,” Emily said gently. “Help her make more grounded choices.”

      “Are you saying I’m not a good role model?”

      “Mud wrestling with Kit Darling in public…?”

      “I wasn’t mud wrestling.”

      “If you say so, but…Candace was devastated.” Emily’s shoulders sagged. “And I can understand why. She has Alexandra’s best interests at heart. Yours, as well. And she has some expectations for her own.”

      “Don’t go there, Emily. It was one dinner. A fix-up.”

      “You didn’t give her a chance. She’s still hoping—”

      “Candace isn’t my type.”

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