park where they waited in line with several other kayakers.
He’d caught a few lingering looks from some of the people gathered nearby and pulled his ball cap a bit lower. He was in another country altogether, but that didn’t mean folks weren’t interested in the Simon clan. Between Beau and Cooper it was damn hard to keep things on an even keel—they were always in the news. But considering his own headlines a few months back, it wasn’t surprising that he was drawing looks.
And right now he sure as hell didn’t feel like talking to anyone. The morning had been too perfect for some random stranger to ruin it.
“I have to pee.”
Teague glanced down at Harry, just now noticing he was doing his own version of the rain dance. There were about six adults and their kids ahead of them.
“Can you hold it a bit longer? Shouldn’t take us more than five minutes to get our burgers.”
Harry shook his head. “No. I have to pee so bad my teeth are floating.” He made a face. “That’s what Ninny says when she has to go.”
Teague was almost afraid to ask who Ninny was, but as it turned out, he didn’t have to.
“She’s my great-granny and she doesn’t even have real teeth. She pops them out sometimes.” The kid made a face and giggled. “Mommy hates it but me and Morgan think it’s funny. Like a magic trick.”
“That’s magical all right,” Teague murmured, glancing toward the head of the line again and then back at the dozen or so who’d gathered behind him. “Sure you can’t wait buddy? It might be a while until we can grab our burgers.”
His cell buzzed and he scooped it from his front pocket.
Sabrina.
“Hey,” he said, a half smile on his face.
“Hey,” was the response.
Her voice was husky and warm and something about it made his heart jump. Off kilter, Teague rubbed the back of his neck and glanced down at Harry who was now yanking on Teague’s shorts. Shit. The little guys forehead was red, probably sunburnt. Had he put sunscreen on him?
“We finished 13 th overall,” he said, wincing. Could he sound any more like a damn fifteen-year-old?
“That’s amazing.” A pause. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
“Teague, I really have to go take a whiz.” Harry yanked on his arm again and Teague nearly dropped his cellphone.
“I’m right behind you.”
Teague turned around and spied Sabrina a few steps away. He took a moment to take her in.
Blue and white dress. Strapless. Lots of creamy skin. Hair that shone in the sunlight and those eyes…holy hell, her eyes were amazing.
She slipped her cell into a small white bag that hung from her bare shoulder and took those last few steps until she was inches from Teague.
“You need the washroom pumpkin?” she asked her son, ruffling his hair as the boy continued the rain dance to end all rain dances.
“So bad my teeth are swimming.”
Sabrina made a face. “Well, that’s pretty bad. Let’s get you to the washroom pronto before you have an accident.”
“But I don’t want to go with you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want Teague to take me. I’m not going in the girls room.”
Surprise lit up her face and those luminous blue eyes of hers widened.
“I don’t mind,” Teague said watching her closely. Something about Harry’s request bothered Sabrina. He could tell.
“Okay,” she said lightly, glancing from her son to Teague. “I’ll wait in line for your burgers.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a smile.
“The works?” she asked as Teague moved out of line to allow her to take his place.
The wind picked up just then and she squealed, grabbing her skirt just in time to prevent a peep show that Teague wouldn’t mind seeing. Eyebrows raised, Teague eyed the toned expanse of thigh that was visible for about two seconds. He liked what he saw and made no effort to hide that fact as he slowly met her gaze. Her lips were parted and the cutest blush he’d ever seen colored her cheeks a soft rose.
And her
He’d caught a few lingering looks from some of the people gathered nearby and pulled his ball cap a bit lower. He was in another country altogether, but that didn’t mean folks weren’t interested in the Simon clan. Between Beau and Cooper it was damn hard to keep things on an even keel—they were always in the news. But considering his own headlines a few months back, it wasn’t surprising that he was drawing looks.
And right now he sure as hell didn’t feel like talking to anyone. The morning had been too perfect for some random stranger to ruin it.
“I have to pee.”
Teague glanced down at Harry, just now noticing he was doing his own version of the rain dance. There were about six adults and their kids ahead of them.
“Can you hold it a bit longer? Shouldn’t take us more than five minutes to get our burgers.”
Harry shook his head. “No. I have to pee so bad my teeth are floating.” He made a face. “That’s what Ninny says when she has to go.”
Teague was almost afraid to ask who Ninny was, but as it turned out, he didn’t have to.
“She’s my great-granny and she doesn’t even have real teeth. She pops them out sometimes.” The kid made a face and giggled. “Mommy hates it but me and Morgan think it’s funny. Like a magic trick.”
“That’s magical all right,” Teague murmured, glancing toward the head of the line again and then back at the dozen or so who’d gathered behind him. “Sure you can’t wait buddy? It might be a while until we can grab our burgers.”
His cell buzzed and he scooped it from his front pocket.
Sabrina.
“Hey,” he said, a half smile on his face.
“Hey,” was the response.
Her voice was husky and warm and something about it made his heart jump. Off kilter, Teague rubbed the back of his neck and glanced down at Harry who was now yanking on Teague’s shorts. Shit. The little guys forehead was red, probably sunburnt. Had he put sunscreen on him?
“We finished 13 th overall,” he said, wincing. Could he sound any more like a damn fifteen-year-old?
“That’s amazing.” A pause. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
“Teague, I really have to go take a whiz.” Harry yanked on his arm again and Teague nearly dropped his cellphone.
“I’m right behind you.”
Teague turned around and spied Sabrina a few steps away. He took a moment to take her in.
Blue and white dress. Strapless. Lots of creamy skin. Hair that shone in the sunlight and those eyes…holy hell, her eyes were amazing.
She slipped her cell into a small white bag that hung from her bare shoulder and took those last few steps until she was inches from Teague.
“You need the washroom pumpkin?” she asked her son, ruffling his hair as the boy continued the rain dance to end all rain dances.
“So bad my teeth are swimming.”
Sabrina made a face. “Well, that’s pretty bad. Let’s get you to the washroom pronto before you have an accident.”
“But I don’t want to go with you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want Teague to take me. I’m not going in the girls room.”
Surprise lit up her face and those luminous blue eyes of hers widened.
“I don’t mind,” Teague said watching her closely. Something about Harry’s request bothered Sabrina. He could tell.
“Okay,” she said lightly, glancing from her son to Teague. “I’ll wait in line for your burgers.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a smile.
“The works?” she asked as Teague moved out of line to allow her to take his place.
The wind picked up just then and she squealed, grabbing her skirt just in time to prevent a peep show that Teague wouldn’t mind seeing. Eyebrows raised, Teague eyed the toned expanse of thigh that was visible for about two seconds. He liked what he saw and made no effort to hide that fact as he slowly met her gaze. Her lips were parted and the cutest blush he’d ever seen colored her cheeks a soft rose.
And her
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