too warm we head to the pump behind the craft barn and take turns drinking water. Finally, we decide to join the twins up in the expansive grassy fields. We find them near the old barn, playing close to the tree line.
Callie, spotting us first, runs over and asks if we want in on her and Cody’s game of Tag.
“We sure do,” Flynn tells her, feigning great excitement for her benefit.
The game commences, but it doesn’t take long for Cody to tag me out. Who knew the kid was so darn fast ?
Ready for a break anyway, I head over to our designated sideline and plop down on the grass. But after a few minutes under the blazing sun, I am burning up. I start to wave my hand around, fanning myself.
“Ugh,” I grumble like a little old lady. “This heat is killing me.”
I’m wearing black leggings that feel as if they’ve been soaking up every single drop of sun. The black tee I pulled over my head this morning probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but since it has short sleeves, my top half feels relatively cool. The problem is definitely my covered legs. I really need to start wearing the shorts Mandy gave me.
I decide to head down to the house soon as the game is done. Leaning back on my elbows, I prop myself up and watch everyone running around.
Callie is on Flynn’s butt, and he slows down purposely so she can tag him out. The little girl is elated. “I got Flynn, I got Flynn,” she calls out.
I can’t help but smile at Flynn’s continued thoughtfulness and generosity. When he sees me hanging out in the grass, he jogs over to me.
Nodding immediately to my covered-up legs, he says, “Shit, Jaynie. All black. You have to be dying out here in those clothes.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath and pluck moist hair from my cheek. “I wasn’t planning on spending the whole day outside.”
“None of us were,” he says, dragging a hand through his own sweaty hair. “But it sure is a welcome development.”
“Sure is,” I agree. None of us can argue that.
As Flynn shifts from one foot to the other, I shade my eyes and peer up at him. The sun, behind where he’s standing, bathes him in a golden glow, making him look like an angel. Damn, I must be overheating.
Back to fanning myself, I say, “I think I need to put on some shorts.”
“Me, too,” Flynn replies.
I nod to his denim-covered legs. “Yeah, why are you wearing jeans?”
“Same reason as you. I never dreamed we’d be outside all day.” He points down to the house. “Let’s go change.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, standing.
“Cool.”
Gesturing to Mandy and the twins, who are still running around having fun, I say, “Should we tell them we’re going down to the house?”
“No.” Flynn shakes his head. “We’ll only be gone a few minutes. They won’t miss us.”
Flynn breaks into a light jog, until I protest. “Hey, no more running, okay? Not till I lose these leggings.”
Flynn slows to a walk, and from there we stroll leisurely. Still, by the time we reach the front porch it’s like the temperature has shot up another ten degrees.
“Blech, it must be closing in on ninety,” I gripe as I lean next to the front door and mop my brow.
“I think it is ninety,” Flynn agrees, tugging on the handle of the screen door.
When the light screen swings back, I use my hip to keep it propped open so Flynn can open the front door without this one falling back on him.
“I think I’ll wash up a bit while we’re in there,” I muse to myself as I make the door bounce with my hip.
Flynn pauses, chuckles at my amusement. “No problem. I’ll wait for you.”
Pushing back a clump of moistened hair from my forehead, I make a face and add, “I feel so totally gross right now.”
Flynn gives me the ’ole once-over, and I cringe at how I must look to him.
To my surprise—and let’s face it, absolute delight—he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look really pretty, Jaynie, as always.”
He turns
Callie, spotting us first, runs over and asks if we want in on her and Cody’s game of Tag.
“We sure do,” Flynn tells her, feigning great excitement for her benefit.
The game commences, but it doesn’t take long for Cody to tag me out. Who knew the kid was so darn fast ?
Ready for a break anyway, I head over to our designated sideline and plop down on the grass. But after a few minutes under the blazing sun, I am burning up. I start to wave my hand around, fanning myself.
“Ugh,” I grumble like a little old lady. “This heat is killing me.”
I’m wearing black leggings that feel as if they’ve been soaking up every single drop of sun. The black tee I pulled over my head this morning probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but since it has short sleeves, my top half feels relatively cool. The problem is definitely my covered legs. I really need to start wearing the shorts Mandy gave me.
I decide to head down to the house soon as the game is done. Leaning back on my elbows, I prop myself up and watch everyone running around.
Callie is on Flynn’s butt, and he slows down purposely so she can tag him out. The little girl is elated. “I got Flynn, I got Flynn,” she calls out.
I can’t help but smile at Flynn’s continued thoughtfulness and generosity. When he sees me hanging out in the grass, he jogs over to me.
Nodding immediately to my covered-up legs, he says, “Shit, Jaynie. All black. You have to be dying out here in those clothes.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath and pluck moist hair from my cheek. “I wasn’t planning on spending the whole day outside.”
“None of us were,” he says, dragging a hand through his own sweaty hair. “But it sure is a welcome development.”
“Sure is,” I agree. None of us can argue that.
As Flynn shifts from one foot to the other, I shade my eyes and peer up at him. The sun, behind where he’s standing, bathes him in a golden glow, making him look like an angel. Damn, I must be overheating.
Back to fanning myself, I say, “I think I need to put on some shorts.”
“Me, too,” Flynn replies.
I nod to his denim-covered legs. “Yeah, why are you wearing jeans?”
“Same reason as you. I never dreamed we’d be outside all day.” He points down to the house. “Let’s go change.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, standing.
“Cool.”
Gesturing to Mandy and the twins, who are still running around having fun, I say, “Should we tell them we’re going down to the house?”
“No.” Flynn shakes his head. “We’ll only be gone a few minutes. They won’t miss us.”
Flynn breaks into a light jog, until I protest. “Hey, no more running, okay? Not till I lose these leggings.”
Flynn slows to a walk, and from there we stroll leisurely. Still, by the time we reach the front porch it’s like the temperature has shot up another ten degrees.
“Blech, it must be closing in on ninety,” I gripe as I lean next to the front door and mop my brow.
“I think it is ninety,” Flynn agrees, tugging on the handle of the screen door.
When the light screen swings back, I use my hip to keep it propped open so Flynn can open the front door without this one falling back on him.
“I think I’ll wash up a bit while we’re in there,” I muse to myself as I make the door bounce with my hip.
Flynn pauses, chuckles at my amusement. “No problem. I’ll wait for you.”
Pushing back a clump of moistened hair from my forehead, I make a face and add, “I feel so totally gross right now.”
Flynn gives me the ’ole once-over, and I cringe at how I must look to him.
To my surprise—and let’s face it, absolute delight—he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look really pretty, Jaynie, as always.”
He turns
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