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I’m taking a break to get her.
Want to go wherever you’re going with her together?
I bite my cheek. That idea is probably trouble, but he’ll find it odd if I say no.
Sure. Meet us at Sweet Suga Things.
This morning from your mom AND this afternoon? You’re spoiling her.
I’m sure you were going to do the same thing.
I was. LOL See you there.
I put my phone in my bag, lock up the cabin, and climb into my SUV.
Adley is all smiles when she sees me, and I tell her we’re going for a surprise.
By the time we park, and I place her on the sidewalk, Hudson is waiting outside Sweet Suga Things. He’s come right from the slopes, his messy helmet hair a sure giveaway.
He really is sexy. Sometimes I forget how badly I wanted him that first night we met.
“Look, Daddy!” I point in his direction, and Adley runs toward him.
His jeans are slung a little low, and his puffy jacket is open, revealing his sweatshirt that’s so faded you can barely read the ski destination he got it from. It’s his smile that captures me though, causing me to quicken my footsteps.
Adley runs right into his arms, and he picks her up, swinging her around in a circle. She screams in excitement, and he laughs. Why is that laugh having the same effect on me it did once upon a time? I’ve heard it a million times over the years without feeling this way.
“Who wants a sugar high?” he asks Adley.
She raises her hand. “Me! I do!”
He lowers her to the ground. “Then go tell Miss Greta what you want.” He opens the door, and she runs inside, her hands and nose soon glued to the cookie case.
“You just gave her the key to the vault,” I say, walking through the door he’s holding open.
“After that scare, I’ll buy her the entire bakery.”
I shake my head, and he comes in right behind me, his cologne wafting around us.
Damn him.
I turn to face him and sign, I’m going to the bathroom. I turn away, and he places his hand in mine. Electricity shoots up my arm. I tear it away, and he draws back.
He looks at me in confusion. “I was just going to ask you what you want.”
“Um…” I stare at the cases and cases of sugary goodness. I raise my hands. Cookie please.
“Okay.”
He studies me for a beat, but I quickly turn around and disappear down the hallway to the bathroom. I lock the door and rest my back against it.
Get a grip, Palmer. He’s your best friend and the father of your child. Not someone you can sleep with to get it out of your system.
I dig my phone from my purse, needing an outlet.
When did you want to have that date? I have tomorrow night open.
Pick you up at six?
Perfect.
I shove the phone in my bag and stare at myself in the mirror.
This is the right decision even if my gut says it’s not.
