Words From The Heart (Spring-Summer Romance Book 2) by Alex Greenville Page B

for bringing him by. Sounds like they’re already having a good time.” Bennett glanced upstairs.
    Mr. and Mrs. Harris followed his gaze, then turned and headed down the walk.
    Audrey sagged, releasing a wriggling August to the floor. “Well, that went badly. We have nothing in common … nothing … and I saw their faces. ‘She’s so much younger than him.’ Why didn’t the woman just come out and say it?”
    Bennett threw his voice low. “‘Look at that old guy, robbing the cradle …”
    “Stop.” She frowned and spun in place.
    His hand on her arm stopped her from moving. “Lighten up. No one said any of that.”
    “They were thinking it.” Pulling free, Audrey trailed into the living room. August had crawled to the coffee table and seated himself on the low, bottom shelf. “Did you see how relieved she was to get out of here?”
    “I was relieved to see them leave,” Bennett replied. “All he wanted to talk about was baseball, and the most I know about the game is it uses a bat and a ball.”
    Audrey sighed.
    “Let it go,” he said. “They’ll go home. He’ll turn on the sports channel, and she’ll gnaw on celery sticks.”
    “I’ll change another diaper,” Audrey added.
    Taking the TV remote from August’s grasp, she set it out of his reach, and took a seat at one end of the couch. Bennett’s commanding voice came from the foyer entrance.
    “Hello. This is Bennett Adams. I’d like two dozen red roses sent to my address.”
    Roses? Audrey perked. “Bennett? What are you doing?”
    “Include a card,” he said. “On it, write, ‘to the sexiest mother I know.’”
    “Bennett!”
    He ignored her. “Thanks, and send me the bill.”
    His voice fell silent, but a second later, rose again.
    “Dale? Do you think you and Everly could watch the kids tonight? I think Audrey’s going stir crazy.”
    “You’re driving me crazy,” she replied loudly.
    “Great. We’ll bring them by around six.” He disconnected and leaned one shoulder on the wall trim. “Find your dancing shoes, Mom. You and I are going to go cut the rug.”
    Audrey frowned. “Now I know we’re out of date. No one says that anymore.”
    Yet, the hours passing, the Harris boy returned to his parents, she found herself looking forward to whatever Bennett had planned. She’d been buried in diapers and toys too much lately. Having adult-time was extremely welcome.
    How to dress for it presented a problem. Her pre-pregnancy clothes no longer fit, and her post-pregnancy clothes consisted mostly of things with access for nursing. She located a creamy blouse with a scoop neck at the back of the closet and paired it with tight blue jeans. Her one pair of heels would have to do.
    Adding makeup and earrings, she decided the effect wasn’t too bad.
    She exited her bedroom to the excited babble of the three kids floating up the stairs. Grasping the rail, she took careful steps to the bottom and turned left, following the sounds. She stepped into the living room amidst sudden silence.
    “Is it that bad?” she asked. “I’m afraid I don’t have many more options.”
    “Bad?” Bennett cat-whistled. “You’re hot, babe.”
    Embarrassed he’d said so in front of the children, she back-stepped, but he leapt forward, grasping her arm. “Don’t. Don’t be insecure,” he said. “I think the children seeing I care for you is a good thing.”
    Was it? Had they reached that point? Part of her was glad. Yet, her embarrassment remained.
    A tug at her other arm, turned Audrey’s gaze.
    “Are you going to be my mom?” Jeff asked.
    The question smacked her in the chest, and once more, Audrey reversed. Bennett halted her movement, taking a place behind her.
    Gazing over her shoulder, he spoke to his son. “Why do you ask?”
    “Bobby said so.”
    Audrey, regaining her poise, knelt in front of him. She should have known this question would come. Just the same, she considered her answer. It was one thing for Bennett to care for her,